A kind, quiet girl I have always been. Not because I don’t have much to say, but because my quiet waters run deep. I observe, I acknowledge, and I respond.
I carry myself in a lot of silence. I carry my heartaches in silence. I observed my hurt, I acknowledged the pain, and I responded in silence.
I was hurting in silence. I was crying in silence. I lost myself in silence. I was screaming in silence.
And no one will ever see or hear the depths of the heartaches. No one heard the screaming in silence. Yet, in the midst of it all, healing in silence was the hardest thing I had to do.