Dear Silence,
You have been my unwelcome companion for far too long. You shadow my words, twist my intentions, and leave me stranded in a world where my heart speaks a language no one seems to understand.

I have tried to explain myself—to shape my thoughts into something digestible, something easy to swallow. But no matter how carefully I choose my words, they still slip through the cracks of perception, distorted by assumptions, drowned in silence.

You make me question if I should speak at all. If I should shrink myself into something smaller, something simpler, something easier to accept. But that is not who I am.

I am tired of being labeled before I am listened to. Of being told I am too much or not enough. Of feeling like I exist on the edges of conversations, of connections, of understanding itself.

But I am done fighting you. If being misunderstood means I am complex, layered, and real—then so be it. I will not soften my truth to fit someone else’s comfort. I will not erase the depth of my soul just to be easier to read.

So, Misunderstanding, you may follow me, but you will not define me. I will keep speaking, keep feeling, keep being exactly who I am. Me.

And one day, someone will hear me.

Sincerely,
Someone You’ll Never Silence Again

Sitting on our king-size bed in a small hotel room, just big enough for two, it dawned on me that 2024 would soon be through. In an instant, the entire year flashed before my eyes. Each memory that ran through my mind carried an emotional tie. I would smile, then sigh. It’s funny how we go through life trying to survive every heartache that comes our way, clinging to any blissful memory that helps the day’s pain temporarily fade, even if just for a few seconds. As 2024’s end draws near, going into the new year will become my favorite memory—a few moments of my life I’d love to freeze in time. The hardest question to answer is which of them will forever be engraved in my heart and mind could it be when we were in Austin, holding each other close because living in two different cities made every mile feel lonely and long? A moment of silence was broken when you looked into my eyes and asked, “Will you marry me?” My heart jumped for joy—or at least that’s what it felt like. It could have been our unborn baby moving inside me at the time. Of course, the day I heard our baby girl’s first cry as she entered the world will always stand out. That is a given. But the one memory that will always capture my heart is the one we created here in the Days Inn. We had no money to spend, yet somehow, a little tree, lights, and a few decorations were provided. The reason this is my most treasured moment is that, even though we had very little, we managed to show our three-month-old daughter the most valuable lesson anyone could ever pass on: love, resourcefulness, and the joy of making the best of what you have. Here’s a refined version with improved punctuation and flow: to surround yourself with people who love you, no matter what; to appreciate what you have; to be grateful for what was given—this will always be my favorite memory. It was in that moment I felt complete, because I now have a little family to share this Kong size bed withAnd now, life feels like pure bliss.

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