The Space Between Silence and Expression
The Space Between Silence and Expression There’s a question I’ve come to quietly resent: “How do you feel?” Not because it’s intrusive, but because most of the time, I genuinely don’t know how to answer it. My thoughts, feelings, and emotions often feel like a tangled web, threads crossing over each other, tightening, loosening, then knotting again. It’s rarely clear. It’s rarely simple. The closest I’ve come to understanding that inner chaos has been in moments when my husband gently steps in, helping me sort through it all like a patient guide. In those moments, I find small pockets of clarity, and I’m reminded how much I value having someone who can sit with me in that confusion without rushing me out of it. But even with that support, I’ve started to notice something about myself, something I didn’t fully understand before. I take time. A lot of it. Days, sometimes weeks, just to decide how I feel about something. I used to think that meant I was being thoughtful or emotionally dee...
