The Burden of Silence: When Your Spirit Yearns to Roar

The silence is deafening. Not the serene, calm variety that drifts lazily through a tranquil afternoon. Rather, it resides in your chest, suffocating your breath, twisting your gut, and creating those uncomfortable tangles within your essence.

Oh, you’re not oblivious; you understand exactly what we mean. The silence that tells you “No” to speaking, “no” to expressing. The silence that bears the weight of everything you’ve ever wished to shout but never could.

As a child, growing up in a household where silence was not just an option but a way of life, we all learned to stay quiet. We yearned to scream, to escape, to run away from the chaos that trapped us. Each one of us siblings wanted to shout, to plead for help, to escape our helpless situation. But we remained quiet. Why? Because what could we do? We were just children, completely clueless about how to break free from the constant storm of abuse that surrounded us. We locked ourselves away in our rooms, or we simply accepted what was happening, thinking there was no other way. This is something I have spoken about in my book The Silent Abuse—how we, as children, submitted to the abuse, knowing no other path but silence.

Ever realize how we all grow afraid of silence? We keep ourselves busy, filling the emptiness with noise, with endless streaming and relentless chatter, all because we’re terrified that if we stop, we might hear the things we’ve buried deep inside. But for me, that silence—like for many of us siblings—was not just a void; it was our reality. The burden of keeping everything inside grew heavier with every passing day.

It’s as if silence becomes a mirror, reflecting all the words we withhold: the betrayals, the brokenness, the wounds we fear to expose. But here’s the twist—it’s fascinating really—because silence is not just an absence of words; it’s a language in itself, speaking through the empty spaces between our exchanges, the silences that hold the weight of unspoken memories. And here’s the magic: holding all of that in doesn’t make it vanish. It simply compounds the burden, so why not release it?

We inhabited a world that thrived on superficial chatter and polite niceties. But what happens when there’s an entire sea of unexpressed pain, waiting to engulf you? In our case, that pain sat quietly between each of us, siblings united by shared silence, as if waiting for the right moment to break free.

The strength of voicing your story is boundless. It’s not just about unloading; it’s about rediscovering your voice, one raw word at a time. Trauma isn’t erased by silence; it’s reshaped by it.

So, break the silence. Let it resonate, let it be heard. You might be astounded at how much lighter you feel once the weight is shared.

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