I have a voice in my head. It’s not a hearing voices type of voice, it actually is my own voice, just the part that lives in my head.
Some people would call that voice my conscience, others would call it a manifestation of the ego; to me, it is more like the better part of me, the part that always believes in hope and second chances and holding on for one more day.
I don’t mean to sound melodramatic by saying this but without that voice I wouldn’t be here. I know that for a fact. I would have given up long ago.
There is so much horror in life. So many obstacles to overcome. So many moments where we feel coping is not an option. The panic and self-doubt begins to set in. We are overwhelmed by illness that affects us physically and mentally. The darkness closes in like a net.
We look at the world and know there are so many things that are unfair, that are unjust, that we are ruining by our greed and self-obsession.
It is easy to throw in the towel.
But the voice is persistent. It nags, slightly.
You will regret it if you don’t face this, it says.
You cannot run away from yourself. This path is meant for you. You would not be made to walk this path if you were incapable of reaching the end of it.
Call it Gut instinct
There are many terms that apply.
I think we should celebrate that voice in our heads a little more. The internal dialogue that holds our hands on the longest nights.
Believe in it
Above all, embrace it.
That voice is an angel whispering in your ear.