Where the Wild Voice Lives
Listen to yourself.
Her own voice startled her.
It sounded hoarse and alien. She couldn’t recognize her own expression, as the words tremulously clung to the air - unnoticed and unheeded.
What good was it to waste her words if none cared to hear?
She learned her say made no difference either way - she had no say. She was forced in the mundane and the unspeakable to push far past her own limits.
Before she could listen to inner voice, her vocal chords were already agreeing, already saying “yes”, long before she knew she wanted to say “no”. Her voice was swift in sweeping the pain under the rug, in smoothing things over, in making herself agreeable.
Her voice had become a patchwork quilt of acquiescence, a hoard of believing she was the problem all along. The most she heard her voice was in her own head - the familiar litany of judgment hurled from herself to herself. It didn’t even feel insulting. It felt true.
The. most honest she felt was when her inner voice guided her back to the familiar hollow - “I am the problem after all. I have been the problem all along.” It never occurred to her that the voice she heard could be wrong. That it might not be her voice.
Cruel as it was, it had been with her for so long. As long as she could remember, her inner voice was brutal in its assessment of her, but in that brutality, it felt honest. And honesty felt safer than deception.
While her inner voice was making sure she could never forget her lack, her outer voice never failed to falter. When she opened her mouth to speak, her inner voice shouted in reproach.
No one cares what you have to say.
No one cares what you have to say.
No one cares what you have to say.
It had been so long since she had used her voice for her own. Has it ever been her own?
Our voice is more than the sound waves our vocal chords create - our voice is the symbolic space of our identity.
But so often, our own authentic whispers can be eclipsed with the perceptions we’ve swallowed and roles we’ve inherited. Our inner voice mingles with the grainy, recorded loop of derision.
If you learn to shrink yourself, then no one has to do it for you. If you hurt yourself first, then being hurt by others won’t hurt as much, right? But hurt still hurts, no matter if there’s a scar before.
Reclaiming our voice from the automatic judgment requires a dialogue. Talking back to the Inner Critic begins to strengthen the voice of your Authentic Self.
*I prefer to use the language of the Authentic Self to describe the deepest core self, rather than True Self [because there is more than one truth of who we are] or Highest Self [because the self is not a hierarchy]
“Can you say that with just a little bit more self-compassion?” is what I ask clients to practice.
“Is it true that you’re lazy or could it be, potentially, that you’re exhausted and this is the best you can do?”
Befriending our voice requires strengthening it - and that only comes with practice. Practice hearing your voice, without cringing or pulling away. The cringe of hearing our own voice is often just from the unfamiliarity - you haven’t heard yourself speak.
Talk to yourself in the car, in the shower. Record yourself talking to yourself, listen to what you have to say. Notice, without judgment, the voice that holds you. The voice that has always been waiting to be spoken.
There’s a voice within you.
Quiet, steady, sometimes buried beneath noise and to-do lists and other people’s expectations.
But it’s there.
Maybe you hear it in flashes — in dreams, in tears, in moments of stillness.
Maybe you’ve learned to silence it to survive.
But what if it didn’t have to stay hidden?
What if that voice was your compass? Your creativity? Your clarity?
What if healing wasn’t just about fixing what’s broken — but about remembering what’s sacred?
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