The full story was far too complicated to cover in a little flash fiction allegory, but the really tricky thing about head-dwellers is that they learn to sound just like the person they’re speaking to.
So, you think their voices are your voice, but they aren’t.
Even worse is that each little head-dweller has their own little head-dweller, and everyone, from littlest on up, thinks they are the “real” voice.
It’s a big mess, really.
Far as I can tell the only way to settle it out is counting breath and reciting mantras. Once things get quiet, we realize we lost control a long time ago of who gets to say what when.
Like I said, a big mess, really.