Chapter 7
Silence became my language.
Not the peaceful kind people talk about.
Not the kind that brings calm.
Mine was heavy.
Filled with things I wanted to say but never did.
I learned to sit through conversations without being part of them.
To nod when spoken to.
To disappear even when I was physically present.
Because speaking never changed anything.
Even when I tried.
Even when my voice trembled with effort, trying to explain what I felt, it was always turned back on me.
"You're too sensitive."
"You're overreacting."
"You always make things difficult."
So I stopped.
I stopped explaining.
Stopped hoping to be understood.
And slowly, I became someone who could feel everything…
and say nothing.
But silence doesn't mean absence.
It just means everything is happening inside.
Louder.
Heavier.
Unseen.