But, my voices didn't start out that way.
My voices started as scary auditory hallucinations when I was 9 years old. I woke up one morning at 6am to catch the school bus. You know in the morning when it's quiet ~ the quietest quiet? That's when it happened.
Suddenly, I heard a lot of voices all at once. It was like if you were standing in Grand Central Station and you listened to everyone talking at the same time. Only for me, all the voices were my mother's. Screaming at me. I was terrified.
It didn't happen all the time. They came usually when I was under some kind of stress that involved a transition...like moving to a new place or graduating.
I didn't share this with anyone until years later when I had become an adult. The friend I told suggested that I listen to the voices.
"Listen to the voices and write what you hear."
I took his suggestion. Here is what I heard.
Art is powerful. Art is healing.
After I wrote that song, I never experienced the voices in the same way again. They still come during times of major transition. In fact, I've been hearing them lately. Only now when I hear them, I know it's time for me to walk through the fire ~ and I know that have a whole legion of ancestors who have walked before me and are supporting me to do what they never could.