When the hush inside me turned into ache, I let my soul speak
For years, I believed silence protected me.
I didn’t realize it was also keeping my soul from speaking.
The stories waited — patient and luminous — behind the noise of daily life, behind fear, behind duty. Until one day, I stopped long enough to listen.
The words didn’t come from me. They came to me.
Like a knock on the door of memory.
Healing, I’ve learned, isn’t about forgetting what happened — it’s about letting it breathe without fear.
Writing has become more than an act of creation — it’s a way of remembering who I am beneath the noise of the world. Each word carries a fragment of truth, a shimmer of courage, a breath of something once silenced.
I write to gather those fragments — to offer them as light for anyone still finding their way through the dark.
Maybe that’s what stories are meant to be: not answers, but lanterns — steady flames guiding us forward.
💛 What about you? When has your own silence turned into something that spoke?
What Life Whispered to Me:
“When your heart is brave enough to remember, your soul is ready to speak.”
— Sophy Le’coa
