The people living rent-free in your head probably don't even remember your name

My latest podcast episode dropped last week and something happened afterwards that I haven't been able to stop thinking about.

I was talking to my mum about it. She told me that listening to the episode had made her realise something: her inner critic, the voice that has been undermining her for her entire adult life, has a face.

It's her teacher from when she was five years old. A woman who caned her and told her she was stupid. That teacher has been living in my mum's head for 63 years.

Does that teacher remember my mum? Almost certainly not. Does my mum remember her? Every single day.

They don't get to live rent-free forever.

In this piece I introduce you to Gertrude, my inner critic, explain why the inner critic is not your voice, and ask the one question that might be the beginning of something important: if your inner critic had a face, whose would it be?

Read the full blog here on my Substack. Listen to the Podcast episode here.

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