My inner monologue.
I would be doing something and then I would realize that I can hear a voice. It is an internal voice. The voice is me talking to myself. It sounds different and yet very familiar. The voice is full of criticism and judgmental statements. It talks about how I embarrassed myself , how I did not do a particular thing.
It talks to me about all the people I have disappointed.
It sometimes fight with an equally strong conscious voice which reasons with it.

But I like the voice.
It is honest. It does not mince words.
Of course it is highly negative and sometimes makes my head ache. It fills me with anxiety. But it never lies.True that it exaggerates events , makes a hill out of a mole. But it is my own.

I sometimes feel it would help if the voice came to me at the right time rather than later in self-introspection.I also wish that the voice were a bit gentle and more helpful.
I do not know how to tame the voice or should I even attempt to tame it in the first place.

But it exists and I exist because of it. Changing the voice might change my identity.
Should I change my voice to change the identity or change my identity to change the voice?

I do not know.