The voices I hear

I'm back home. It's been a month since I left the mental health rehab home. It was difficult coming back because I already knew the things that made me sick had not changed and had probably gotten worse since my absence. I already knew this was going to be an issue. Yet, things are okay. I’m experiencing periods of depression, but I do try to keep my spirits up by keeping myself busy.

I have been wanting to write but I go through periods where I feel as though I have nothing to say even though I have an entire story to tell. It's as if the words didn't exist in my head in order to tell you, my audience, what happened to me. With this blog I’m trying to reach out to others who are like me: struggling with mental health issues and hearing the voices. I’m staying away from psychiatric labels that people like me, who hear voices, have. I am not alone out there, and I've connected with at least two people who are like me. It feels strange talking about the things that I believe to be true with like-minded people. It may only be two but it’s more than none. We believe that at this point in our evolution we are able to speak to each other in our heads (consciousness) via echoes transferred from our energies. And I know it's possible because I experience it every day. It may sound impossible, but I know the truth. There is nothing wrong with me and I must accept it. I used to push the voices away, but I accept them now. With the voices getting louder as time goes by, I’m finally able to keep them quieter. It’s difficult but keeping busy is the best way to keep myself distracted from the voices. I now know my path in life. I understand the meaning of my life. These voices are the voices of my loved ones that have left us. They are on another plane of existence; you can call it Heaven if you want. There are also others that I speak with here on this plane of existence also. Mostly I look for comfort in these voices. I love to hear them tell me about the little things happening in their lives and hearing that they love me, and I love to feel that they think about me. They work hard watching over us and the one watching over me seems to have his hands full lately.

This is my most difficult post so far since I’ve started opening up about what I am experiencing and what I am learning about our reality.

Love you all

Blessed be and Happy Yule

xox