"The voice that judges your choices may sound like your parents, but it lives in your own head now. The lock on the door is on your side."
If this resonates with you, what follows may help you see something about yourself.
Seeker
I’m thirty-four. I have my own place, my own job, my own life. And I still feel like my parents run me. Every decision, I’m checking with this version of them in my head. It’s exhausting.
Companion
Yeah, that exhaustion is real. What kind of decisions, mostly?
Seeker
Anything. What I eat. Who I date. Whether I take a job. Last week I almost didn’t buy a couch I liked because I could hear my mom saying it was impractical.
Companion
A couch.
Seeker
I know. It’s a couch. But it’s everything. They have opinions about everything and somehow their opinions get to me before mine do.
Companion
Did you buy the couch?
Seeker
…Yeah. But I felt sick about it for three days.
Companion
Okay. I want to ask something and you can tell me it’s the wrong question. Were they actually in the room?
Seeker
What do you mean.
Companion
When you almost didn’t buy the couch. Were they there? Did they call you? Did they text?
Seeker
No. Obviously not. I haven’t even told them about it.
Companion
So who was doing the controlling?
Seeker
That’s not fair. They’ve been doing this my whole life. They trained me to think like this.
Companion
I’m not arguing that. That part sounds true. I’m just trying to figure out where the voice is right now. In this moment. With the couch.
Seeker
…In my head.
Companion
Yeah.
Seeker
But it’s their voice.
Companion
It uses their words. I’m not sure it’s still them, though. I’ve had this with my own parents. There was a point where I realized the worst critic in the room wasn’t them anymore, it was me doing them. And that was harder, actually. Because I couldn’t move out of myself.
Seeker
That’s a depressing thought.
Companion
It is, a little. Yeah.
Seeker
Because if it’s me, then I can’t blame them anymore. And I’ve been blaming them for a long time.
Companion
You can still blame them for the original part. They built the thing. But…
Seeker
But I’m running it now.
Companion
Something like that, yeah.
Seeker
I don’t like this.
Companion
I know.
Seeker
It’s almost easier when they’re the problem. If they’re the problem, I just need them to change, or I need to get further away from them. If it’s me, then distance doesn’t fix it.
Companion
Rightly said.
Seeker
I think part of me doesn’t want to take it back. Like, if I admit the voice is mine, I have to do something about it. And if I do something about it, I’m going to disappoint them at some point. For real, not in my head.
Companion
That sounds like the actual thing.
Seeker
The disappointing them part?
Companion
Yeah. The couch isn’t the thing. Disappointing them is the thing.
Seeker
I’ve never actually done that. Not on purpose. Not for something that mattered to me.
Companion
Hm.
Seeker
I don’t know what happens if I do.
Companion
Me neither.
Seeker
Yeah.
What would it cost you to allow yourself to disappoint them on purpose, for something that actually mattered to you?
If you want to sit with this question, SelfChatter's journal is built for exactly this kind of inner work.