I went to Sydney on Monday to see my third psychologist. In the hotel I watching a move about survivors in the South tower on 9/11. They were interviewing a guy who survived in a lift that fell 78 stories to the ground after the cables were severed. He spoke of a voice that he heard that told him not to give up, to keep fighting.
I thought, I have that voice, it is the one I heard in Brisbane in 2005 when I reached my lowest point, when I was ready to give up on life. And I listened to it, and took one step after another, and ran a marathon. I reckon everyone has that voice, I call it the voice of my guide. Things had to get really desperate for me to listen to it, but it was powerful to make a miracle happen.