Most agree that we need our inner critic to save us from doing anything that may embarass, endanger or otherwise cause a pause in our psyche.  In other words, save us from ourselves.  However, that inner critic can wreck far more havoc with our well being then a wardrobe malfunction or an untimely bodily misfunction.

MIne has become in particular larger than my life and has a ready script for everything I shouldn't, couldn't or can't.  I gave birth to it, nurtured its growth by writing the scripts and it has become my worst critic.  The scripts have merged to become this daily sing song of all that I am not & never will be.

"I can't because I never could, I shouldn't because it isn't done & last but not least, I couldn't and never will".

Sometimes it merely whispers every so softly, just sending the message like a light breeze & other times, it screams it loud & clear almost paralyzing me on the spot.  I'm working on telling it to shut the #@!! up and off.  I am more than sick & more than tired of living with a voice that puts me down & holds me back. I need my inner voice to be the voice of reason, not a maniacal boom box playing a continuous rap & rant about all that will never be.

I actually have an image for my inner critic - a clown.  Not a happy, Ronald McDonald type of clown but more along the lines of a Stephen King type.   It's a suitable image considering I don't like clowns & never have.   More than anything, I want to be free of the constant message.   I want to be free of the voice that tells me go ahead, eat more.  Free of all the self-sabotage behavior endorsed & supported by that voice.   Free of the fear that grips my heart in panic and renders me not only speechless but immobile.  Free of the self-loathing that etched scars in each wrists.

Keep me safe but don't lock me in one and I promise to listen, within reason.

P.S.  You've had an image make-over & you've become a gnome delivering reason with a smile.