167/365 The Voice

I recently read an article about depression that described it as a voice in your head saying bad things about you and making you feel worthless. While I don’t consider myself depressed, I do have a voice in my head telling me that I did or said something stupid. This is part of what wakes me up at night and part of what leads to those bad memories I talked about last week.

I am sick of that voice and you’d think that by the ripe old age of nearly 62 that I would have banished the voice, but it persists.