Hearing voices in your head isn’t crazy. It’s just human.
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.