The title of the thread got me to think about the meaning of inner turmoil. I hope you don't mind if I share my thoughts here.
I can give reasons as to why the things I've done were right, and I can scrutinize those reasons to show they were wrong. I can give reasons as to why I should've done something else, and I can explain clearly why that would also have been wrong. When all the reasons as to why something I've done is right or wrong are sound yet contradictory, I become unable to discern right and wrong; that is what inner turmoil is to me. Because no matter what I do, it will be "wrong" in several ways; and yet I'm unable to regret it because it is also "right", since the alternatives are just as "wrong".
Morality dissolves and I ask myself if I've gone insane, only to find that I'm still completely sane, now confused as to why I ever tormented myself with such thoughts in the first place, as I only ever did the best thing I could. Because I'm incapable of explaining it to myself or others, I have no choice but to hide it, from myself and others alike; and yet I feel no shame nor regret, for what I did was as right and wrong as any other option.
If someone said, "you were right", I would feel relief; if someone said, "you were wrong", I would feel despair. But is there a point in being a puppet of the opinions of others? Inner strength starts with believing in yourself. But when logic can't tell me if I am right or wrong, wouldn't it be delusional for me to believe in myself, regardless of what I do, and no matter whether it "is" right or wrong?
That very feeling is my inner turmoil.
When I feel that way, I wonder if there are others who would feel that way too if they didn't tune out the information they didn't like. I've seen that some people just believe whatever is convenient for them, because it makes sense of their convictions. Disagreements exists because different people choose to believe in differing information just because it suits them; but does that make it wrong? Or am I wrong for letting my convictions remain ambiguous due to a lack of sufficiently satisfying evidence, instead of relying on mere speculation to justify my decisions like most people do? Can I still call myself sane when my indecisiveness leads me to one unjustifiable decision or the other? Can I still call myself sane after I find the strength of conviction befitting a fanatic?
I don't know what to do, but I do know what I want to do. I know what feels "right" to me, even if I cannot explain it. Just like any other idiot, that's what I'll believe in. That is not insanity; that is freedom. That is my conclusion.