Monologue \u2026<\/h2><\/div>\n\n\n\n
When someone catches us doing this in the kitchen or in the car, we immediately put on that guilty expression, as if we were just robbing the fridge at midnight. But, honestly, it's an incredible paradox. While society teaches us that talking to ourselves is the first sign that we're "haunted in the tower," psychologists have been clear about this since the 1970s: it's a sign of high intelligence and a great tool for maintaining sanity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I've noticed this in myself many times. The internal chaos, where the shopping list, worries about the children and unfinished work are swirling in my head, suddenly gets order as soon as I let it out of my mouth. Thoughts are like steam \u2013 elusive and scattered. But words? Words have weight. As soon as I say them out loud, I have to sort those thoughts out. It's actually a kind of mental cleaning in real time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Experts like Aaron Beck and Thomas Brinthaupt have questionnaires and categories for this. They found, for example, that introverts or only children talk to themselves more often. So how? What matters is what it does for us here and now. Self-talk works as a perfect concentration buzzer. When I repeat out loud to myself: \u201eNow I have to take care of these three invoices and then I\u2019m going to exercise,\u201c I activate more senses and I simply don\u2019t get the task done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then there\u2019s the fascinating thing about addressing yourself. I\u2019ve found that when I criticize myself \u2013 which we women over 50 are really good at, right? \u2013 I think to myself. \u201eYou screwed up again, Daniela.\u201c But when I need to cheer myself up for a performance or calm myself down before a tough conversation, I refer to myself as \u201eher or her \u2013 like you should calm down!\u201c or I use my name in the third person. This distance is priceless. You suddenly see yourself from the outside, with perspective, without the unnecessary emotional sauce that sometimes paralyzes us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I really hate the idea that talking to myself is a sign of loneliness or weakness. It's the exact opposite. It's a sign of strength. It's the ability to have a dialogue with different dimensions of my personality. Sometimes I'm like a strict teacher to myself, sometimes like a best friend who supports me when I'm not feeling well. And yes, I argue with myself, scold myself, and also brag about how great I am ;) <\/p>\n\n\n\n Formulated out loud idea <\/a>It also helps us to discover what is ours and what someone else has imposed on us. When you say something and it sounds false in your ears, you know that it is not you. That it is just some foreign voice that has settled in your head. Soliloquy<\/a> reliably detects these parasites.<\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"A](\"https:\/\/velkeholky.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/pexels-photo-7172856-7172856-1024x683.jpg\")
<\/figure>\n\n\n\nPsychologists and their tables versus our reality!<\/h2><\/div>\n\n\n\n
Personally, I have a general problem with doctors and their charts! But more on that another time ;)<\/h4><\/div>\n\n\n\n
It's an intimate matter, not a diagnosis.<\/h2><\/div>\n\n\n\n