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Trust I did though and as promised, pain morphed into zombie plodding which morphed into awareness which morphed into openness which transformed into the ability to hear my own voice again. I knew deep down that this would happen. I'm glad that I had the patience to remain open. I'm glad that I was able to start listening to the new thoughts and ideas in my own head and not just run a constant replay on my negative reel. I'm glad that I had enough people around me who were cheering my voice back into it's full timber. I hope you have those things in your own life or can be one of those cheerleaders for someone else.