How do I deal with a very negative inner voice/second conscience that's constantly loud? It's like I have two different people in my head but they're both me, telling me opposite things endlessly.
Dem Bosain @ DemBoSain @midwest.social Posts 16Comments 812Joined 2 yr. ago

Dem Bosain @ DemBoSain @midwest.social
Posts
16
Comments
812
Joined
2 yr. ago
You should know there's an effort in Congress to ban ranked-choice voting on federal elections.
To deny tax deductions and other Federal funding for the costs of gender transition procedures.
A BILL To prohibit the delivery of opioids by means of the dark web, and for other purposes.
To require drug testing for special Government employees, and for other purposes
TIL that Fort Bragg isn't named after a Confederate general anymore. It's named after a private from WWII who's claim to fame is having the same last name as a Confederate general.
Sen. Elissa Slotkin says her job is to be more than just an ‘activist’ against Trump - mlive.com
Live Updates: Investigators of C.E.O.’s Killing Are Questioning a Man in Pennsylvania
I'm going to tell you what I did. Don't take mental health advice from some asshole in the internet.
I had two extra voices in my head. One would wait for me to be alone, and then bring up all the minutia in my life I was embarrassed about. The other would bring up my most depressing moments and just groan in my ear and distract me.
The first one I built a cabin for, and put him in it. Whenever I would think about one of those embarrassing moments, I'd put it in a plastic garbage bag, open the door to the cabin, and throw the bag as hard as I could into his face. Gradually I needed him less and less. Eventually he disappeared, so I just put the garbage bags in a can outside the door. Nobody lives there now, and the cabin has decayed into just a rough mound of dirt. The flowers from the window-box are growing in the mound.
I was more viscous with the other one. Every time he showed up, I imagined grabbing him by the neck and just pummeling his face bruised and bloody. Eventually he disappeared too.
I can remember those embarrassing moments or the causes of my depression without hurt now. They don't have power over me anymore.