Escaping The Mental Prison After Hitting Rock Bottom

You think that voice is actually you.

You think that running commentary in your skull is you talking.

The one grading your marriage at dinner.

The one counting the bank balance at red light.

The one rehearsing what you should have said to your boss three hours after the meeting.

You take every word as if it was a fact.

Because it sounds like you and it has been talking to you since you were a little boy.

But it's not you.

It just isn't.

And that's the mistake.

And believing that has cost you more than every bad year ever could have.

And here is my claim.

And it's flat out simple.

The voice in your head isn't you.

You are the one listening.

You are the one who hears it.

And the day you stop believing that voice is you, most of what you call anxiety loses its teeth.

And that idea... is powerful beyond imagination.

If you strip away all the language, then the whole thing lands just on one line.

You're not the voice in your head.

You're the awareness sitting behind it, listening to it, to all of it.

Now, I already know what you're thinking.

You might think, okay, this is a little bit, you know, Weird, soft.

So this sounds like a little bit like this typical spiritual guy who right before he stops paying his bills and starts lighting candles in the dark and you might be half right.

There is a whole world of this stuff, which is pure fog.