Hearing voices in your head isn’t crazy. It’s just human.
I hope.
Various clever people have tried to give each of them names.
You’ve probably heard about the one called the “ego.”
There’s one that I call Eeyore.
There’s one that doesn’t speak. It only shouts.
There’s one that doesn’t speak and only acts. None of the others like that one.
There are probably a few more in there that I’m missing, friends and family and lovers and enemies and memories.
They make a babbling mess that rarely quiets.
All sorts of things will bubble up from the cacophony of consciousness; some of them almost certainly come from outside.
A lot of them surprise. Some of them worry.
When one gets particularly loud or suggests something particularly nasty, there’s a little trick to shut them up.
We can ask, “Who said that?”
That usually quietens the party for a moment; reminds them of who gets to choose what gets heard.
You — the listener.