I look at the voice like an arch enemy, laugh at it, curse it, know it for what it is. I also remember when I listened. The humiliation, shame and regret.
That voice doesn't scare me. I don't abuse my mind, body or soul anymore. Nothing can make me do that. I'm happy it comes around occasionally, to remind me of the lowest place, I ever found myself.
You can get through this 1st.