Voice of My Own
- Surviving Breast Cancer
- Aug 12
- 1 min read
By Stacey Fannon
I have a voice of my own.
Sometimes I have a frog in my throat.
Sometimes my voice needs to say something, to bring comfort to a crying daughter.
My voice expresses my emotions.
My voice is a release of something heavy on my heart, mind and soul.
My voice is a tool for well-being.
My voice cannot tell a lie. If it does, inner peace eludes me.
I am sorry for saying “I don’t like you” when I hear a recording of you.
My voice calms me when I hum.
My voice makes others laugh when I laugh - so in a way my voice is contagious.
My voice speaks for my higher, wiser self.
My voice reminds me that I am strong and courageous, gentle and kind.
The voice in my head tells me to be positive.
My voice says “I am healthy and strong. I am already healing. Healing takes time. Be patient. My body is designed to heal. Speak healing into existence.”
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