Dear Son,
If I could only pass along one truth about the mind—just one—it would be this:
The voice in your head isn’t you.
You know the one.
That voice that shouts when you’re angry.
The one that whispers shame when you screw up.
The one that narrates your day with judgments, fear, and comparisons like a bitter old sportscaster who thinks he knows everything.
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