The voices in my head have voices in their heads.
I am simultaneously the voices that speak and the ear that listens.
I am often at war with my many selves and although I'm yet to fully understand how, I've come to appreciate how this chaos serves as a fertile ground for my enduring blossoming.
I thrive thanks to the endless cacophony that this orchestra of out of sync egos produces and I am learning to embrace its tumultuous companionship.
