The book The Untethered Soul raises an interesting question about our inner dialogue. If it was actually a person that was with you 24/7, would you want to hang around them? Probably not. It would be like a crazy person bombarding you at all times.
I’m sure everyone’s is different, but mine would be constantly changing subjects, thinking the worst is going to happen, even carrying on arguments between me and another person in my head. This would be a terrible person to have around.
How do we get a handle on this? There are a couple things I’ve found very helpful. One is learning how to meditate. This practice alone can help you understand that you do have some control over that dialogue. It’s easier said than done, but with practice, you can quiet your mind on demand.
The biggest one is limiting social media scrolling. There are lots of studies that show how damaging this can be. If you think about the connection between this and your inner dialogue, there are some parallels. Constantly switching subjects is definitely one of them. If you pay close attention to how your mind feels before and after scrolling, you may find it’s a lot more manageable in there.
The inner dialogue is part of us, but we don’t have to let it control us.
— Bus
5 comments
Jeon LeMay
I would definitely NOT want to hang out with my inner dialogue. When I’m able to bring myself to meditate, I find it gets quiet up there. Thanks for sharing I can relate.
Jeon LeMay
I would definitely NOT want to hang out with my inner dialogue. When I’m able to bring myself to meditate, I find it gets quiet up there. Thanks for sharing I can relate.
Kimberly Reeve
Thanks for this! ✌️
Allisom Davis
How did you learn to meditate?
I’ve always told people I wasn’t born with an OFF switch…now I’m having serious(as if there are non-serious medical issues). But truly…I mean life threatening….
Still just can’t calm….
Beefsmrky
This hit hard right as I was having an internalized battle with my thoughts. Alone but suffocating under my imagination. Lost and not even searching for a way out. Mindlessly scrolling and staring at corners of my room filled with creative relics from my past. Where did that person find the energy, the ability, the worth and where is he now. On the other side of the window, a bustling world that I’m trying to ignore, not realizing I’m very much a part of. I must admit, sometimes none of it seems real, but it this hollow feeling reminds me that it is only as real as I make it.