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Dear Brain Weasels
An open letter to the little annoying voices telling me negative things that are untrue.
Dear Brain Weasels,
You and I need to have a serious conversation here.
First, settle down! Shut up, I got some things to say to you all.
For my entire life, you and I have needed to coexist. For the most part, you’re fine, and only slightly obnoxious. But then, all too often, you are way too loud, far too active, and getting in my way.
I think the time has come for you and me to reach a new arrangement.
Listen up, because I am dictating the terms here, and brokering no dissent.
You are not the boss of me
First and foremost, I am in charge here. This is my head, my reality.
When I am practicing mindfulness and striving to become better aware of my thoughts and feelings, you need to shut up. I am tired of you constantly working on knocking me down a peg, insinuating that I am not good enough, and whispering ever-constant doubts into my mind.
Yes, I know you were borne from my insecurities, and that you are my skepticism and doubt. Sometimes you are a healthy reminder that there are things to be taken with a grain of salt. But other times, you are a nuisance, and, quite frankly, a…
