There is a voice in my head, it’s me of course…but sometimes she, (I) can be mean.
Who does she think she is, this me who puts me down and makes me question my every move, every word, every thought even?
I don’t want to discuss things with her anymore. If only she had encouraging, comforting assurances, or simply listened and heard without judgment…
I have a right to enjoy myself and my freedom from that kind of negativity!
I can control her, whenever I want to.
It is long past time.
Why is she still talking?
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