I freely admit I talk to myself quite a bit.
I'm home alone the majority of the day, so I do talk to the animals and myself.
I've been told for years that this can be a sign of declining mental health, so I suppose I should be concerned, but I'm not.
Everyone has some sort of monologue going on in their head constantly; I just voice mine occasionally.
It's a way, for me at least, to blow off some steam - relieve some stress.
And if I direct my thinking towards God, it's called prayer, and that's perfectly acceptable.
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