Breaking Silence
I wrote a bit down the page from here about the corrosiveness of silence under certain circumstances, and I wrote that piece from pain. Being in that moment, I wrote what I felt most keenly was the truth of the matter. But it was not the whole truth. I wrote that my only recourse in that pain is retreat, and while it is the truth of what I feel in that place, it is not, in fact, true. In fact, I have since decided that it will not be true again, not my truth, to choose to nurse an imaginary... Sign in to see full entry.