Gremlins, voices, FOO, or my favorite “the itty-bitty-s*itty-committee”….
The challenge lies in being able to tune in to that channel in your head and learn how to turn down the volume.
Being brave enough to listen to the filters that are blocking the kind words.
The distortion mechanism tearing words of love and making them into old voices.
Voices of ridicule and guilt.
Ones bent on tearing you down, tearing you apart, even better.
Drilling in, letting your inner faith drain away as it laughs because you let it, again.