I have schizophrenia. But instead of treating the voices in my head like friends or like monsters, I treat them as guardians. They are my inner voice trying to protect me. They made me run out of the house in the middle of the night and then stop at a bus stop where there are people to help, to protect me. They made me upset so that I can release my emotions, which protects me. They warn me when I am exhausted and that protects me. They ask if I'm alright, whether I need anything. They help me process my thoughts one by one by repeating them. They are my guardians, they love me the most, and nothing can convince me otherwise.