Storms Can Be Quiet
Silence is rarely neutral.
For one person, it can feel like pressure building in the chest โ
๐๐ช๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ? ๐๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ข๐บ?
For the other, it can feel like containment โ
๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต, ๐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ.
Both are trying to stay safe.
I used to go quiet when things felt tense or emotionally loaded.
Not to punish. Not to withdraw love.
Just to hold things until I understood them.
I thought this was a way of protecting the relationship.
I thought I was keeping the lid on to keep things from boiling over. But all I was truly containing was my fear.
Now, when something feels fragile, I try to stay reachable.
Sometimes I do need time to understand what Iโm feeling, and to find the words. But I donโt want her alone in that space while Iโm sorting myself out.
What changed is how I stay present while Iโm quiet.
Now I squeeze her hand, so she remembers I’m still holding it.
๐โ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ. ๐โ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐โ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ.
