THE SILENCE THAT SPEAKS

 

The Silence That Speaks

For over two decades, I lived with a voice that wasn’t mine. A presence in my mind that whispered doubt, shame, confusion, and fear. It followed me into every room, sat beside me in silence, and distorted how I saw myself and the world around me.

I learned to function with it. To smile with it. To live with it.

But now… it’s gone.

I didn’t even notice the exact moment it left. But today, I realized I don’t hear it anymore.

There’s peace in my mind. Space to breathe. A silence I once feared, now comforting.

It’s not empty it’s filled with presence. His presence.

I broke down in prayer because I felt unworthy. How can You do this for someone like me, Lord?

And yet… You did.

Not because I earned it.

Not because I fought hard enough.

But because You loved me enough.

This is deliverance. Not loud. Not public. But deep, quiet, and real.

I am still me but a healed version.

No longer just surviving with the weight of a false identity but standing, present, and whole.

God, You’ve done something to me. Something holy.

I may not understand it all, but I will never forget this feeling

 freedom.

Thank you for reading and sharing I appreciate you.