Panchito‘s Diary

There is a first voice, thats the one writing this.

The second voice is telling me that i should be sleeping instead if writing this text

The third voice is in the corner, waiting it’s turn.

It awaits for the moment that “first” and “second” turn off and rest. Then it will begin tu mumble louder. Will begin to get nearer.

I can’t ignore it.

It’s part of me.

It likes to come at night and likes to be there. Even tho every time I try to get close by myself, it moves back. Its a hurt animal. Who doesn’t want to leave, its part of me. Is me. 

The antidepressants put the third voice in hold. This one was sleeping, something that almost never happens naturally.

Now its back. Its hungry, its friendlier, its not bad actually, its just complex. Not easy to handle, but we live in the same body, so i am sure we are working together in coming to terms.

Sometimes it’s impulsive. And instead of negating its reactions, ill try to understand them and apply them every often. Because even if I call it “animal” or “third” it’s actually as important and as valid as the other ones.

This might sound like that pixar movie. But i swear its just what happens in my mind.

So i might change the way i call this voice, cuz i dislike hierarchies anyways. 

Now its called the corner voice. 

Now my corner voice is telling me, i should apologise to some friends. It might be overreacting but. I will try to understand why would it say something like that. But all voices are actually helping me with my detox.

I wonder if Corner Voice likes to sing, cuz I need a choir.