There was a time when I struggled to speak. To feel heard, to feel significant, to articulate intense feelings and thoughts. To believe that intense thoughts and feelings were worthy of expression.
My usual response to cold viruses is a tickle in the throat, followed by common symptoms, and eventually a cough. One that has been known to linger for weeks and even months.
I was taught, be still, be safe, don't rock the boat, be a good (quiet) girl.
So I coughed and coughed.
These days are different. I feel bombarded. Evermore sensitive to the noises of the world. Little alone time. I am ravenous for silence.
There is little coughing now, instead, congested ears. I can barely hear my own thoughts.