Sometimes she wondered who was in control of her brain.
She’d be sitting there, minding her own business, then suddenly… BAM! A thought would assail her completely out of the blue.
If only they were helpful thoughts, but they rarely were. Sure, she was sure that whatever part of her was offering up the ideas thought it was doing the right thing, but the constant nagging really wasn’t constructive.
Next time the voice murmured that she should do something ill-advised, she might just do it. Not because she wanted to; more to see if it would make it shut up.