The Silence Was Too Loud

 

I lived in a household where you only have to answer when asked, and if you speak up during arguments, then you’re the bad one. Growing up, I learned to enjoy the feeling of silence. It was a place where I could retreat, safe and uninterrupted. But over time, the silence became too overbearing, too heavy to tolerate. All I wanted was for someone to listen to me.

It’s funny how silence can be both a comfort and a curse. In the beginning, it was a sanctuary. A place where I could escape the chaos and the noise. But as the years passed, the silence grew louder. It became a constant reminder of everything that was unsaid, of every emotion bottled up and every thought left unspoken.

I found myself craving the very thing I had sought to escape. I wanted someone to listen, to understand, to simply be there. Someone who would make noise in my life when things were tough. As the song goes, “We all need someone to stay.” That someone who can break through the silence and bring warmth and light into the darkest corners of our hearts. The song reminded me that it’s okay to need others and to rely on them for support and understanding. It’s okay to want someone who will be there for us, who will listen without judgment, and who will offer comfort in times of need. We are not meant to navigate this life alone; we are meant to connect, to share, and to be there for one another.

The silence was too loud. It screamed at me in the quiet of the night, in the pauses between words, in the spaces where conversations should have been. It was in these moments that I realized the power of being heard. The power of making some noise, of speaking up, and letting the world know that you have something to say.

“If you want to be heard, make some noise.” This quote became my mantra. It reminded me that silence doesn’t have to be a prison. It can be a choice, a moment of peace, but it doesn’t have to be my whole world. I started to find my voice, to let go of the fear of being the bad one for speaking up.

I began to understand that it’s okay to want to be heard and to need someone who will listen and stay. We all deserve that. We all need someone who will break the silence, who will make us feel seen and heard. Because in the end, it’s not the silence that brings us peace, but the connections we make, the voices that join ours, the noise that reminds us we are not alone.

In the silence, I discovered the depth of my own thoughts and feelings. I realized how much I had to say, how much I had to share with the world. It was in those quiet moments that I found my passion for writing, for expressing myself in words. Writing became my outlet, my way of making noise in the world. It was through writing that I found the courage to speak up, to share my story, and to connect with others who felt the same way.

The silence was too loud, but it also taught me the value of being heard. It showed me that my voice matters, that my story matters. And it reminded me that we all have a voice, a story, and a need to be heard. So, if you find yourself drowning in silence, remember this: “If you want to be heard, make some noise.”

Speak up, share your story, and let the world hear your voice. Because your voice is powerful, and it deserves to be heard.