We learned to stay quiet not because we don’t feel—
but because no one showed us how to stay whole after speaking.
This one’s about containment, and the cost of being misread.
If you’ve ever wondered why a man stayed quiet when you wanted him to speak, this is sometimes why.
Follow if this put words to something you’ve carried.
Send it to someone who’s loved a man who didn’t speak.
We used to sit here.A summer and a lifetime ago.She hasn’t been back.Today, I returned.Beauty doesn’t go away when someone does.But it echoes differently.
I’ve watched people cling to apologies because hope feels safer than grief.But grief is honest. It frees you.Hope is beautiful, but not every situation—or every person—deserves yours.
To the women who’ve ever felt like too much for someone emotionally quiet:I wasn’t overwhelmed.I just didn’t know how to hold you yet.I do now.
Living by the ocean, this is the sign I look for every year that winter has finally broke. The coast is waking up today! The first ribbon of water opening as the ice breaks and separates, and the first of the fleet being moved into place. The lobsters are coming out of hibernation, and the…
I’ve spent years asking women for a level of depth I wasn’t brave enough to give back. I used to be the stoic one. Or, at least, I thought it was stoicism. Sometimes it’s repression wrapped up in an ego burrito. I thought that by sitting on my wants and staying “patient,” I was being…
Silence is rarely neutral. For one person, it can feel like pressure building in the chest — 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺? For the other, it can feel like containment — 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Both are trying to stay safe. I used to go quiet…
