But I really like the voice in my head.

He's a pain in the ass, of course. Terrifies me sometimes. Not always great at focusing. Or listening.

But we're friends. He has my best interests in mind. Or he tries to.

And he's articulate, curious, not afraid to say anything, and happy to lend me his words and logic.

Weird to remember that he's actually me.

And unsettling to think that there's a not-so-unpopular school of thought telling me to turn off his volume.

Note: This post was written, almost entirely, by the voice in my head. Not sure if that changes anything.

Another Note: Sorry to use the word schizophrenia. It's disrespectful of the people actually struggling with the condition. But the word has meaning that I want to use. So I'm leaving it. Tentatively. Hope that's ok.