Shelley Karpaty “It’s always been like this, I’ve always heard voices,” my son said matter-of-factly. It had been a year into the world of sleepless nights, mania, hospitalizations, and medications that didn’t work. He was 14 years old. My mind raced through moments of his childhood to find the signs. Everyone talks to themselves, and children play alone with their toys to create fantasy worlds and stories. He had always been one to think before engaging, observe the scene,
