rpcarnell wrote:
You are all lucky! My inner conversations involve high school classmates I don't even like in real life, and I don't want to see again.
I'm not so lucky. I have to deal with real-life jerks in my head all the time.
Even worse, there is a presence in my head. He yells at me, a lot. Therapy has managed to help silence him, but he is not completely gone. He does not use words, but I know what he wants to say. When I do manage to convert feelings into words, he sounds a lot like my father.
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