Breaking the Silence

I think we all struggle with silence. Finding silence amidst the craziness of life, breaking the silence when something just must be said, being silenced without our consent or simply being unheard. It is universally sought, fought, encouraged and hoped for.

I have friends who are mothers and they would beg for even a few hours of silence. I have friends who grieve and would do anything to avoid the haunting silence of their grief. I have classmates who seek the silence of the library to gather their thoughts. I have family and neighbors who struggle with being unheard by a system that seeks to deny their voice.

I struggle with silence. Too much silence when I just can't study anymore ( I am in graduate school), too little silence when I just need some time away, the need to break the silence when I feel unheard or denied.

Perhaps silence needs balance like all things. Perhaps we can tear down those strong walls of deafening silence by telling our stories. This blog is the only story I have tell, it is my own.