100 Dad Days; Day 51: Chatter Tug of War

There is a constant tug of war in my head. Between the positive and the negative. The devil and the Angel on my shoulder. Constantly buzzing in my ear.

My depression causes the negative devil to speak loudest and causes my anxiety to worsen. On good days or when I am busy or surrounded by people I can't hear that dastardly little blighter. And on others days my positive white angel will pipe up and tell him to pipe down. She will counteract what he has to say.

There is constant chatter; I am never alone. They say silence is deafening and for someone with mental illness that is so true.

Music can help drown out the voices. Mediation can but that is harder. Keeping your mind busy. Maybe through mindfulness or watching a film. They prevent me from hearing the voices.

Sometimes I wish they would leave me alone and let me enjoy some peace and quiet

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