I HEAR VOICES
I hear voices. Well, it’s more like just one little voice. I'm sure it won't be long before I start seeing dead people. No. I'm not Sybill and I don't have a split personality. And I have never had imaginary friends. I'm not sure if it's God I hear, a little angel, my Higher Self, or a voice from another dimension. It speaks even when I don't want to hear it and louder when I try to ignore it. And I typically do until it's too late, at which point it says, “I told you so” while I’m putting ice on my head after banging it against the wall. As you will come to know, my little voice has a caustic sense of humor, but looking back, it always seemed to know better. I think we all have our own little voice. If we stop talking so much, we can hear it. It is (almost) drowned in our daily distractions, but has its own determined desperation that hangs on. Sometimes it is polite and stays quiet until we shut up and at other times it screams out and scares us