“When did his voice come back into your head?”

My therapist's question echoed in my memory as I ran hot water in the tub.

I sat on her office couch. My chin was resting on my hand and my elbow on my knee.

I looked down at the ground.

When did his voice come back?

"When I got turned down from another job," I replied.

When I realized that everything was going to take longer than I hoped.

“Maybe I’m not good enough.”

“Maybe I’m not capable of a job yet.”

"Why is this taking so long?”

"You're still living at home?"

“You’re not doing enough.”

“You just need to push harder.”