Think of a moment when your story rose like fireābut you didnāt speak. Maybe your body froze. Maybe the silence felt safer. Maybe the words werenāt ready.
What was burning to be spoken? What was held in the pause?
What did that moment teach you about your voice, your breath, or your rhythm?
š„š¬ļø Let the Page Hold What the Moment Couldnāt
Your story doesnāt have to shout to be heard. Your silence doesnāt have to mean youāre not ready. Let the page hold what the moment couldnāt.
š Take 10 minutes.
š¬ļø Breathe.
āš½ Write.
Then, if you feel calledāshare a line, a word, or a rhythm from your journal in the comments. We witness in silence. We witness in fire. We witness together.
š Drop your reflection below or simply type āI wrote.ā Thatās enough. Thatās everything.