voices whisper

Voices are not of my choice. I was thrust upon with them. I believe I have them because I can handle them. I'm sorry I keep journaling about them, but they are one of my biggest problems.

I am able to sift through and find my true voice. The voice of reason and empathy.

It's like penquins. The little penquins find their parents by the sounds they make.

For a long time I listened to the whisper of the voices. I was drawn to them. I never thought that I wouldn't hear them. I accepted the fact that I will always hear them.

I try to find ways to stop. Medicine helps quell them. Concentration works sometimes. The "push" is a good tool. All these tools and I still hear them. Imagine the power they have.

Echoes in the canyon. I send out a voice and it comes back.

I thought I was getting messages from outer space, or that the tv and radio were sending me messages. I also thought that other people were projecting their thoughts in my mind. Well you know what? Those aren't the source. I still don't know why I hear voices. Is it a gift? Or is it a curse?

It still amazes me that the voices are so persistent.

The good news is that even after 29 years of hearing voices, I came out on top. Take that voices... all of you!

Living a life is hard on it's own. Add a few voices and the struggle gets 10x harder. I may never know the where and how of the voices. The why I hear them is a question without an answer. Have I given up? NOPE!

Thank you for allowing me the privledge of talking about the voices. I tell Margaret about them. She's amazed in them. Why not? I am too.

Voice or no voice I will live my life the best I can.

Live, love, laugh, learn, listen,

Dave and the voices in the yard