Your thoughts vs. your personality

I’m not sure whether this goes here or in General Questions. I wish there were a straight up answer, but I think I’m mostly going to get opinions. I won’t be to upset if mods move it, though.

Here goes:

This is actually the big thing I’ve kinda wondered all my life, but I’ve just started to be able to put into words, since I’ve been working on the fact that it’s a big part of why I can’t sleep well. I feel like my thinking brain, who never wants to sleep, because there’s so much to get done, and my personality, which needs rest after a day of interacting with other people, are at war for my headspace much of the time.

Just as one single example, I have synesthesia, and my goddam brain wants to spend hours wondering about the connections between the number 4 and the letter H because they are both yellow, and if that will somehow unlock secrets of the universe, and I’m shouting “Shut the fuck up! who cares! go to sleep!”

That’s a really minor example. My brain spends a lot of time on things like wondering why it can see the spider without LSD-- or just seeing the spider, and being happily and proudly freaked out about it, while I roll my eyes, and wonder how my brain ever even got potty-trained. I’m ashamed of how immature it is.

Then there are times my brain writes entire novels (I have written 12). They are not good enough to publish, but my brain insists on writing them anyway. It’s another thing we do instead of sleeping.

My personality has plotted the murder of my brain on more than one occasion, and desperately wishes it were possible to die temporarily.

The pandemic has really knocked us for a loop, because I used to be able to get my body tired enough during the day to take my brain out, but it’s not happening any more.

And yes, when I talk to myself, I use the plural pronoun. I’ve done that my whole life.

To be absolutely clear, though, I am not talking about having anything like a dissociative identity disorder. I don’t go be different names, lose time, or find that I’ve put things away in the wrong places. I just talk to myself a lot, and it almost always ends up in an argument.

I simply cannot power down. I’m describing it like I am, because that’s my subjective experience, but I’m sure there are a lot of people who would just call it a lack of willpower. “Turn off the light, lie down, go to sleep.” But I can’t. I mean, sometimes I do, but it doesn’t last. It’s 2:33am right now. I slept from 8:30-10, and midnight-1:30, more or less. I might catch a little sleep between 6am & 8am, especially if I take medicine. That’ll probably be it for the night.

My brain is 12 pages into a new novel, just drew a pattern for a sewing project, and would like to start lesson plans for Hebrew school, which begins on the 30th. I haven’t even received all my materials, so doing my lesson plans now means huge revisions later, by my brain has a big itch to do them anyway.

I feel like I’m trying to talk myself down from a ledge.

Does anyone else experience their brain as a parasite, or am I a freak?

A friend and I often talk about how strange it seems that our own brains, whom ostensibly should be our buddies and looking out for us actually enjoys torturing us with non-stop horrible thoughts. But that’s also a weird thing to say because then it sounds as though you have two different consciousnesses or something.

Thoughts vs personality… I always have these immediate negative thoughts that jump out about people I see in public, I’m not sure why my brain does that, because I’m actually a friendly person and some of the negative stuff is so over the top. But it just kind of pops in there.

You’re crazy. Face it. Go to a doctor ASAP!

I’m joking. Kinda.
I call my own brain itchiness my personal flavor of cray-cray.

I’ve been overthinking things since I was a toddler trying to convince myself there’s no way I could fit down the tub drain if the lever-thingy opened it up.

Sleep and me are natural enemies. I figured out one time that I was afraid to sleep. Maybe I’d miss something and bad things could happen. I usually only sleep totally exhausted. I always wake up very afraid til I see everything/everyone is fine.
My personality never comes into it. I am my brain. My brain is me. It doesn’t change, normally.
Let’s not speak of my night/sleep wanderings.
It’s another weirdness, all together.

I don’t have any answers, but definitely understand. I remember first hearing Dave Matthews sing Rhyme or Reason [refrain: “My head won’t leave my head alone”] and thinking I must not be the only one.

I’ve just accepted that I’ll spend part of every night awake, and let my thoughts run where they will. They’re going down those paths no matter what, it’s pointless corralling them.

Sometimes I really wish drugs made me feel good. And by that I mean street drugs. They don’t, so I don’t take them, but I have always been jealous of people who can get toasted and make their brains shut off-- or at least slow down.

I once did three vodka shots in two minutes, and mostly just got a really bad stomachache. I mean, I was kinda uncoordinated for an hour, and I sure as hell wasn’t about to drive anywhere (I was home already), but my brain just laughed.

People who do Coke are certifiable.

I experienced a similar mental state when I was a teenager and lived by myself after my parents divorced in (my) high school. There was a short period when I played in a band and had a bohemian lifestyle. I enjoyed it but I had difficulty getting a good night sleep.Plus, my appetite was not that great either.

Then I had join the army, where I spent 20 months. I didn’t enjoy it and I felt it was a waste of time (which mostly was), but I managed to shape up and reflect on my future. Despite my artistic personality, I decided to pursue a different career where I could be more analytic and organized, on the one hand, and to get married and have a stable family on the other.

After the military service, I became self-employed. I went to university while I was married. I did post-university studies as well, just for the fun of it. It’s been hard work all this time, but I have a balanced lifestyle. I still show the “short sleep” syndrome, but my mind and my personality are one.

Not to say your experience isn’t valid, nor wasn’t difficult, Placebo, but I’m not really talking about a phase I’m going through. This is my regular state. I don’t think this duality is reconcilable, because it just is.

I don’t deny it. I’m simply suggesting it may be enhanced by a certain lifestyle that has become the substrate of the state you describe.