Exploring Science, Poetry, and the Human Experience
Virtual Voices is a blog exploring how language, identity, grief, healing, and the universe intersect — through the lens of a speech-language pathologist, poet, and seeker.
As a Speech-Language Pathologist, I’ve collected the stories of hundreds of children, teenagers, and adults- often at the very beginning or end of their lives. These stories have shaped how I understand life, love, grief, trauma, and what it means to be human.
Our stories are our legacy. When we lose the ability to communicate that legacy, grief and anxiety often take its place. If no one knows my story, did I matter? Does anyone know that I was here?
We don’t need much to create a legacy—but we all deserve to speak it into existence.
I’ve been humbled to give voice to the legacies of others, and to hold the meaning and value of the stories entrusted to me in therapy. This work has made me a better clinician, a better friend, and a better person. It’s taught me how vital it is to use our voices to speak our truth with honesty and reflection, to mark where we’ve been and where we’re going.
A collection of stories is a sacred thing to hold. Learning how to help others breathe life into their legacies through storytelling is a gift. Every story told gives rise to the untold story of another. Our stories don’t just honor ourselves- they honor each other.
Do you have any collections? As a Speech-Language Pathologist, I’ve collected the stories of hundreds of children, teenagers, and adults- often at the very beginning…
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Exploring Science, Soul, and Connection Through Words A color-composite image of the Pleiades from the Digitized Sky Survey Hello and welcome to my blog, Virtual Voices!…
When I took a counseling course in graduate school, we were taught to let our patients feel their feelings, actively listen, and help them cope. But graduate school never taught me what to do when I had a patient looking directly in my eyes asking me, “What do I do with all of this grief?” I didn’t have an answer yet, so I listened. And what I heard changed everything.
After I left graduate school, I began working at an outpatient clinic where I was treating adults and children. I recall an older patient that came to me with Muscle Tension Dysphonia. This is a voice disorder where excessive tension in the laryngeal and paralaryngeal muscles leads to an abnormal vocal quality. This patient had been unable to speak for months. Her small, quiet voice was strained, hoarse, and no louder than a squeak- if it came out at all.
I had briefly learned about Muscle Tension Dysphonia in graduate school, but I can’t say I felt confident out of the gate. But, I was taught how to research. I read countless journals, pulled out old textbooks, and even resorted to watching singers on Youtube desperately looking for a way to give this woman her voice back.
The difficulty in treating Muscle Tension Dysphonia often starts with the name itself: Muscle tension. Too often, I’ve found that therapists will rush to treat the voice before asking why it went silent in the first place. At first, I was no different. But this patient didn’t have any underlying disorders to treat, so I treaded lightly into unknown territory. We were making progress objectively. I had shown her exercises that reduced muscle tension in the neck for a short period, but as soon as she stopped doing the exercise, her voice was lost. I couldn’t figure out how to make the results stick. But after a couple weeks, I found myself lying in bed at night after one of our sessions, and I thought to myself, “What is truly causing this muscle tension?”
The A-HA moment came during one of our sessions. I had just finished a circumlaryngeal massage, and she was displacing tension with a theraband. As we worked, I asked her gently, “What makes you feel stressed out?”
She paused when I asked what made her feel stressed as if she had never been asked before. Then, slowly, in a soft voice, she told me about her husband. He had Alzheimer’s. He used to be cruel before the diagnosis, and now he was unpredictable and volatile. She was his full-time caregiver. Suddenly, the tension in her voice wasn’t a mystery anymore.
It wasn’t just muscle. It was memory. Trauma. Resentment. Exhaustion. Unspoken grief.
That’s when I learned something grad school never taught me: Sometimes, the voice isn’t lost because the muscles are tight. The voice is lost because the body doesn’t feel safe enough to speak.
We kept working together. Her voice didn’t transform overnight, but something began to shift. As she named her grief, her voice slowly began to return. Not just in sound, but in confidence. We created the space for her nervous system to finally speak its peace, and as a team, we listened.
The funny thing is, this patient didn’t just teach me how to treat Muscle Tension Dysphonia. She taught me how to listen to the history that causes disorders. She taught me to listen with more than my ears- with my heart, my mind, and my soul to discover why these disorders happen in the first place. That patient taught me more than any journal article ever could: emotions aren’t noise and they aren’t barriers — they’re information. Signals. And when we stop trying to “fix” them, we can finally start understanding what they’re trying to say. I can read a thousand textbooks, but what good are they if the patient isn’t writing the final pages?
I still don’t have all of the answers. But now, if a patient turned to me and asked me, “What do I do with all of this grief?”
I’d tell them this. We listen to it. We acknowledge it. We feel it. We let the grief speak. And slowly, we find our way back to our voice.
Do you have any collections? As a Speech-Language Pathologist, I’ve collected the stories of hundreds of children, teenagers, and adults- often at the very beginning…
————————————————————————————- One night, I found myself down a rabbit hole, thinking about consciousness and brain waves. Delta for deep sleep, theta for meditation, alpha for…
Exploring Science, Soul, and Connection Through Words A color-composite image of the Pleiades from the Digitized Sky Survey Hello and welcome to my blog, Virtual Voices!…
One night, I found myself down a rabbit hole, thinking about consciousness and brain waves. Delta for deep sleep, theta for meditation, alpha for daydreaming, beta for wakefulness — and gamma. Gamma held my attention. Gamma waves are linked to our heightened perception, insight, and consciousness.
That’s when a question struck me: does consciousness arise from frequency?
If higher frequencies correlate with deeper awareness… what, in the universe, produces the highest frequencies? I’m no physicist — this was entirely speculative — but I came across something that blew my mind: black holes can emit gravitational waves at incredibly high frequencies during massive cosmic events. These aren’t the same as the electromagnetic waves our brains use, but it led me down the rabbit hole anyway.
So I asked myself:
If frequency and consciousness are connected… could a black hole be conscious?
That question didn’t lead me deeper into theory. It led me inward. Because in the silence of collapse, I saw myself. My grief. My body. My memories.
And I realized: black holes aren’t just physical. They’re metaphors.
They mirror what it means to carry a weight too heavy to hold — and then, somehow, release.
Here is the poem that came from that moment of reflection:
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Grief doesn’t always feel like something we move through. Sometimes, it feels like something that moves through us — until we collapse, and something new begins to form.
We are made of stars. Of black holes. Of stories. And like the cosmos, we don’t just collapse. We emit.
Do you have any collections? As a Speech-Language Pathologist, I’ve collected the stories of hundreds of children, teenagers, and adults- often at the very beginning…
————————————————————————————- One night, I found myself down a rabbit hole, thinking about consciousness and brain waves. Delta for deep sleep, theta for meditation, alpha for…
Exploring Science, Soul, and Connection Through Words A color-composite image of the Pleiades from the Digitized Sky Survey Hello and welcome to my blog, Virtual Voices!…
I’m Jordan. A Speech-Language Pathologist, storyteller, and lifelong seeker of healing and meaning. This space is the beginning of something new for me: a place where science meets the soul, where feeling becomes witnessing, where language becomes legacy, and where the questions we carry are given the room to breathe. I created Virtual Voices as a way to explore the space between what we feel and what we speak. I want to connect the personal with the universal.
Whether I’m reflecting on the voice of a grieving patient, the silence that is held in trauma, or the structure of the universe, I’m always searching for patterns- and for the words that help make sense of it all.
This blog is my exploration of healing, wonder, and what it means to be truly seen.
Who Am I?
I was always a curious child looking up into the sky weaving together meaning from the stars above my head. I started my college career as an Astronomy major and somehow, through the winding path of life, found myself working in healthcare as an SLP.
My passions live at the intersection of science, technology, storytelling, and healing. I believe in the power of narratives- both spoken and unspoken- and how they shape our connection to ourselves and others. I consider myself a thinker, a communicator, always chasing the “why” and “how” behind our human experiences, the universe, and the systems that shape our lives. I live at the crossroads of fields- science, art, metaphysics, practicality, social critique, and personal growth. We all have thoughts and feelings- but are we being witnessed in a way that gives meaning to our time here?
Why This Blog?
This blog is an extension of my desire to express, to bridge the intangible with the tangible, to catalyze transformation- both in myself in others. It’s a space to foster growth, understanding, and curiosity. A place where thoughts become form, and emotion meets reflection.
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What Inspired Me toDo This?
I began writing in 2021 as a way to heal. Spoken word poetry gave me a container to hold grief, wonder, and the questions I couldn’t answer. I found that many of my experiences mirrored patterns in the universe and that the stars could hold stories, too.
Helping my patients find their voices and shape their own stories has deepened my capacity to share mine — and to serve as a bridge between feeling and being witnessed.
Plus, it’s FUN!
What Can You Expect from This Blog?
This blog will serve as a real-time chronicle of my journey. You can expect to see:
Thought pieces on healing, identity, and the cosmos
Original poetry
Multimedia Contentand Reflections
Challenges and Solutions: No journey is without its obstacles. I’ll be transparent about the challenges I face and how I address them.
Conversations that Invite Community
Original Poems:
Join Me on This Adventure:
I invite you to join me on this exciting journey. Whether you enjoy health, medical topics, psychology, astrophysics, poetry, language, learning, or just what it means to be a human, there’s something here for everyone. Let’s explore the world in a new way together! Subscribe to my blog and TikTok.
Stay tuned for regular updates, and feel free to reach out with any comments, questions, or ideas. Here’s to a journey of discovery, learning, and connection!
Do you have any collections? As a Speech-Language Pathologist, I’ve collected the stories of hundreds of children, teenagers, and adults- often at the very beginning…
————————————————————————————- One night, I found myself down a rabbit hole, thinking about consciousness and brain waves. Delta for deep sleep, theta for meditation, alpha for…
Exploring Science, Soul, and Connection Through Words A color-composite image of the Pleiades from the Digitized Sky Survey Hello and welcome to my blog, Virtual Voices!…