I started trusting the voices in my head last year, on the last meditation course I attended.
Around the seventh day, I started feeling so woozy that I barely managed the mountainous terrain between my sleeping dorm and the meditation hall.
That was when the first voice said, "Low blood pressure."
During these 10-days courses, our diet is a twice-a-day meager vegetarian with very low sodium. It had happened to me before, coming home with my blood pressure so low that I needed to eat a whole kid to fix it. By the time I started feeling the same symptoms again on that course, I had already slipped the stairs and nearly killed myself in the drizzling dark once. I started fretting and worrying about dying from being too good a girl. There was no way I could manage getting a Big Whopper in that place.
Then the second voice said, "Soy sauce."
And I said, "That's gross. I ain't so crazy to listen to that kind of crazy!"
They said nothing. And on the next meal, I poured soy sauce on all my food , the only source of monosodium chloride available in the sterile dining room, and swallowed quickly because it there was no point in indulging medicinal food like that.
And the next time I heard them, the bragging voices in my blood-pressure-normalized-head said, "Glad to have your trust."