Cacophony of silence
Not all suffering screams. Some of it whispers. Some of it hides in the stillness of a room, in the pause between texts, in the breath held too long. Some of it becomes so familiar, we mistake it for peace. This is the cacophony of silence, a deafening, unseen weight. Not the absence of sound, but the overwhelming presence of what’s unsaid. The noise beneath the quiet: Silence can be serene, yes. But it can also be suffocating. It is where truths go to die when we're too afraid to speak them. Where emotion becomes noise inside the mind looping, echoing, unresolved. Silence can be louder than a scream when: You’re sitting next to someone you love, and feel completely alone. You walk into a room and feel the tension, though no one says a word. You’re holding back tears in a meeting because no one sees the storm in you. You're waiting for an apology that will never come. And yet, from the outside? Stillness. The cost ...