I think I'm going insane. It used to be every week or something but these days I hear it every hour. It is my thinking voice asking the same question over and over and over again. "What is it like? What is what like? What is it like dying?" I can't get professional help and I can't talk to my father since he has enough problems. I don't even know if the voice asking the question is really mine or a sickness. I'm afraid and depressed and I have no one who I can trust.