For the longest time, I believed that staying quiet made me strong. I convinced myself that silence was a shield against vulnerability. But the more I silenced my thoughts, the heavier they became. My mind was cluttered with unanswered questions, unsaid apologies, and untold truths. I started to wonder how much do we sacrifice when we stay silent to protect ourselves?
The more i learned the more The truth becomes , that silence can be suffocating. It builds walls between us and the people we care about. I’ve experienced moments when I longed to say what was on my mind a hurt that lingered from a conversation, a question I was too afraid to ask but the words never left my lips. I feared how I would be perceived if I admitted how much something bothered me. What if they thought I was too sensitive? What if my vulnerability made me seem weak?
Instead of letting my emotions flow, I held them tightly in a clenched fist, hoping they would disappear. But silence doesn’t make feelings fade; it amplifies them. Unspoken words turn into sleepless nights, and unaddressed emotions become a heavy fog clouding our thoughts. The longer I stayed silent, the more I distanced myself from my truth and from the connections that could have been deeper and more authentic.
What I’ve learned is that silence carries its own cost. It may seem like the safer choice, but it often leads to misunderstanding, resentment, and loneliness. The real strength lies in speaking up in choosing honesty even when it’s uncomfortable.
Sincerely Me, Letters From the In-Between 