[ WP ] Whenever you have to make a decision , you watch numbly as your personified emotions fight over who is in control each time . Today you find yourself on a bridge - you came here with the intent to jump .

`` This world has treated us like trash! We have no reason to stay here any longer!'' A shout filled with pure rage came from my left. 
 `` Yeah, I agree. There's nothing fun in this world any longer.'' A barely audible voice came from behind me. 
 `` I think you all are overreacting. We do n't know what awaits us after we die. It could be even worse.'' This voice was shaky, hesitant in itself. 
 `` Think of all the good times you've had! Do n't let those two drag you down! Is jumping really going to make you happier in the end?'' One more voice said, this one sounding like a bright and peppy little child. 
 `` SHUT UP!'' I screamed and closed my eyes, slamming my fists into my own head. Pain shout through my head as a result and temporarily silenced the voices. This happened every single time. Every single time I tried to do ANYTHING, no matter how insignificant it was. Whether it was deciding what to eat, or deciding what the correct answer on the test was, these four voices had to duke it out in my head, each telling me to do something different. 
 My earliest memory of the voices came from when I was around four. My mom had made a dozen of cookies and had only allowed me to eat one. But the taste of the cookie was so flavorful and strong, that I began to consider eating another one against her wishes. As I reached my hand out, a voice suddenly entered my head. `` Wait! Mommy will be mad if we eat another one!'' 
 I whipped my head around, trying to figure out where it came from, but all I saw was a version of myself, crouched low to the ground and glancing nervously around. Nobody saw this person but me, so I instinctively knew it was an illusion. 
 `` But it tastes good!'' I whipped my head around again, and this time my eyes settled on a smiling, bouncing version of myself. This version of myself began to point excitedly at the cookies. 
 By the time the two had finished arguing, my mom had already put the cookies away. My body could n't move while they were arguing. At first it felt like time had frozen, but that was n't the case. Time flowed normally, so all everyone saw was me standing there with a blank expression on my face. 
 From that day on, voices and versions of myself materialized in my head whenever a situation occurred. It was always a set of emotions that pertained to the dilemma at hand. At first, it was a minor inconvenience. But as I grew up, and more important choices were offered to me, it became a serious problem. Every single time I thought about doing something, a whole assembly of me's came around to discuss it. I was never able to get anything done because they never, ever decided on anything. Usually, I'd lose my time to act and the decision would just fall to those around me. 
 Slowly, this caused my life to fall into disarray, as I could never decide anything. My parents took me to the doctor, and I was diagnosed with Aboulomania, a pathological indecisiveness. Then the therapy began. But it did n't help. The problem only became worse. Eventually I could never even get a word out of my mouth, due to the debate between my emotions on which word to say. 
 And that's what brings me here, on the edge of this bridge, preparing to jump. My hope was that in death the voices would finally stop arguing. It was rare that I even had this much time to think to myself. 
 `` Guys, I think I know what the real problem is.'' I had spoken too soon. Another voice popped up. At this point, I did n't even bother looking at them when they spoke or try and figure out what emotion they were. 
 `` Yeah. The problem is obvious, and the solution even more so.'' A different voice chimed in. I let out a sigh, mentally preparing myself for the argument over what the problem and solution was. But what I heard next was the most surprising occurrence in my life. 
 `` Yes.'' All the voices spoke in unison. For the very first time, they were agreeing on something. It felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders, and my mind began to clear itself. I looked around to see all the different versions of myself all jumping off the bridge around me. Some smiled as they plummeted. Others cursed the heavens. A few seemed to not care. And one was crying hysterically. 
 I blinked and rubbed my eyes. What was happening? Soon all of them were gone, as if they had never been there. The raging sea that was my mind was as motionless as a pond. Soon I found myself smiling and stepping down from the ledge. There was no need to jump off anymore. 
 And ever since that day, I was finally able to make my own decisions. 
 
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