Good Morning World!!!
Turning Down the Volume on Self-Sabotage
I was shocked to learn recently that many people don’t have an inner dialogue. How does one think without one?
I remember my very first memory, and there were no words then, just images and feelings. I was younger than 2 years old. I’d had a number 2 in my diaper, took it off, and made a mess.
Then came the terror, because I knew I’d be in trouble. I tried to hide under the dining room table. I can still see the forest of big legs around me, knowing I would be spotted. Finally, I climbed into my toy box to hide, and that’s where the memory ends.
So yes, feelings and images come first, but mostly I think in words. Sometimes emotions hijack the dialogue, and I act on impulse, but words are still my default.
About 15 years ago, I came across a book called Reform Your Inner Mean Girl (I didn’t buy it, just heard the authors talk about it, but the idea stuck).
Basically, I realized my inner dialogue had an unwelcome guest. She was the loudest voice, and she was vicious. I named her Grouchzilla.
During those first two weeks of evicting her, I was horrified to hear Grouchzilla slip right out of my mouth at one of my children. I stopped mid-sentence, stunned, realizing that her venom hadn’t just been aimed at me all those years. It had sometimes lashed out at others, too. That moment was a turning point.
Once I realized she was a liar and not me, I invented a new voice. I pictured the perfect parent, full of unconditional love, like God’s voice channeled through a beautiful angel. She would say the things I would tell a child: “Calm down. Yes, this is hard, but you can try, and if you can’t, it will be OK, you tried.” Or, “Everyone makes mistakes. How can we fix this? What did we learn? Now let’s go have a cookie, cry a little, and start again.”
It didn’t happen overnight, but eventually that new voice became my habit. Almost automatic. She tells me I’m doing a good job, even when I doubt it. Grouchzilla still sneaks in sometimes when I’m exhausted or frustrated, but she’s no longer the loudest in the room, and I almost always catch her before she causes damage.
Looking back, I can see that Grouchzilla wasn’t all bad. She’s razor sharp at spotting manipulation, warning me when something seems too good to be true. The problem is she assumes everyone is out to get me, including me. That’s no way to live.
So, if your inner dialogue is more beat-down than pep talk, it might be time to pause and ask: is that voice really you, or just the echo of childhood ghosts and bullies?
If your inner voice sounds like a bully, fire her and hire better management.
Have a great day, be kind to yourself, and may the algorithm always be in your favor.
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