Sometimes when I’m in solitude I feel like people are mad at me and yelling at me from far distances. I can feel their frustrations and disappointments. I don’t want them to be annoyed with me, but just think of me as delightful. I know too well these voices don’t exist but these thoughts get me stressed and anxious all the same.
Is this an insecurity passively bobbing on the surface of my mind or guised screams at myself? I don’t want to pick up my eighth
gcteratie for this.