Actually, of course, less "voices" than "a telepathic studio audience of aliens asking insightful questions about human emotions".
In any case, I have (had!) a group of them.
Sometime in the last year or so, they left. Being telepathic, I am sure they didn't go "silent" - I would know. Nope - they're gone. No "good-bye"s. No "thanks for the knowledge, you humans are fucked up". Nothing.
Over 50 years and then zippo (since I was about 5).
I acknowledge that they were super duper helpful in getting through my shit. AND, they were a nice brake on when I was careening off the rails.
|Kids, the rails went in for a reason!|
|I feel a bit rail-less - and without the bumpers or dividers.|
I am annoyed. Which is, I hope, healthy.