For more than three decades, Roy Vincent has felt the pull of voices in his head. Some have taken the form of the deceased, others have told him he’s been chosen to be the bodily vehicle for Jesus Christ, and others still are comforting and kind. They come and go without warning, but all of them feel just as real as his internal narrator. While he still struggles with ‘intrusions’ battling for supremacy in his head, he’s regained some feelings of agency by distinguishing the good voices from the bad, and recognising the moments where he finds himself truly in control.