Nanci Adair

I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or awake. 

I thought I could hear her voice… 

and suddenly, I’d be standing in a room alone. 

Then my mother appeared to me in a dream. 

She handed me a box and said, “When you miss me, open it. 

Inside will be the memories we shared.” 

My father was drinking more heavily than ever. drowning his grief in alcohol. 

I left home,  got a job,  earned my GED and went to college — eventually all the way to a master’s degree in counseling psychology and several post graduate certifications. 

None of my credentials gave me what that dream did: The belief that my inner voice is not paranoia it’s power.

I believe energy is intelligence. And that even in the most difficult of times something greater is always guiding us. 

If you’ve ever been told you’re “too sensitive” or “overly emotional” I want you to know this: That sensitivity? It’s not a weakness. It’s a gift.