Me and my mother have the same mental illness. But it shows itself in a different ways. I don't see or hear any voices. But for me interacting with people is hard. Sometimes I get very nervous when I need to make a phone call. I don't have real friends. My mother is more talkative than me. But she one time went to work with travel backpack and thought that she brought a head in it. The other time when I was small she told me to throw sugar(?) on the carpet. I think she believed that this should somehow safe lost souls or some religious reason like that...That mental illness is also one of the reasons why I don't want to have kids. Since both me and my mother have it I assume that my kids would have it as well.