I live in my head. Since it is my head, you would think that it would be a pretty comfy place to be. But the truth is, more often than I care to admit it is dark and unpleasant in there with negative thoughts, self-criticism, and at times even self-loathing. But even when my thoughts are happy and upbeat, it is a pretty confusing, crowded place with one thought after another vying for attention and then reluctantly relinquishing the floor to the next, louder judgment, opinion, or point of view that comes along.
