The Silence I Carried

"Not all wounds are visible. Some live in silence."

Silence can be heavier than words.
I was only a child when it began. Too young to understand, too naive to name what was happening. All I knew was the dirt it left behind-the shame that seeped into my skin, the weight I could never wash away.

It repeated, again and again, until my body grew older but my spirit shrank smaller. No one heard me. No one believed. And so I carried it-the silence, the disgust, the fear of men, the broken confidence that once was mine.

This is not a tale of healing tied in ribbons. It is the story of surviving in fragments, of writing when I could not speak, of breathing when all I wanted was to leave.

The Silence I Carried is not fiction. It is my truth. A truth whispered into pages that finally listen.