I understand every one has an internal monologue. Mine has been with me for as long as I can remember and it's always been negative ( it more hopeful on a good day) . I remember watching a program in the 90's called Ally McBeal which for the first time to me portrait a person having an inner dialogue as normal and I was both amazed and comforted that it wasn't just me. Until then I honestly thought I was strange.
For all of my life my inner voice has been loud and depressing. It points out my failures before they happen. It's points out my failures afterward. It's a constant battle in my head, me again my inner voice. Me... I can do this ( simple task ), inner voice no you can't.
I have a huge amount on my plate. Two very disabled family members who I never asked to be in charge of but here I am making decisions that are life altering or at least life niggling if I get it wrong. I am making decision about things I know nothing about ( the best electric wheel chair to buy is this weeks dilemma) . My head just keeps saying fail fail fail. It's been the same all my life. This voice in my head is so loud and so negative I wonder how I get out of bed in the morning. The truth is recently, I can't. I've stayed in bed because I'm paralysed by the feeling that what ever I do will be wrong and the narrative that spews forth with comes down on me like a tonne of bricks.
I have a stressful job which ironically make me happy because in the end I am helping people ( even those who don't want to be helped but my inner voice is fine with those few and gives me no grief). Other than that, every decision I make every day from dinner to house work comes loaded with guilt and a really loud shouty voice questioning everyone move I make. Wrong wrong wrong. Could have gone better, why did you do it like that.
I wish I could shut my head up. It even talks me into some very dangerous situations that I have to talk myself out of but even I'm questioning my reasons for carry on in such a dark place.
Ironically, if you knew me I'm doing a great job with life other than the odd cracks that appear that I deal with. DH doesn't know what to do with me on my worst days but I think that's because he doesn't realise how black I've become. My head just won't shut up.