Silent Treatment

It’s often defined as “a refusal to communicate.” But to the heart, it feels like exile —a quiet severing, a wound without a bruise. The silence I once received wasn’t just the absence of words; it was the absence of warmth, of recognition, of being seen.

I spun through tides of guilt, sorrow, fury…waves crashing and pulling me under — again and again. An emotional loop I couldn't escape, until one wise woman placed a mirror gently in front of me.

“Where do you silence yourself?”

She listened. And then, with love laced in her voice, she asked: “Where do you silence yourself?”

Her question cracked something open in me. And there it was —a quiet thread running through my life.

Every time I dimmed my desires. Every time I whispered instead of asking boldly. Every time I kept stories buried beneath shame, or judged my own expression before it even had a chance to bloom.

The silent treatment hurt. But what hurt more was the way I’d been muting my own soul out of fear, out of conditioning, out of habit.

Healing began not with blaming, but with listening — to myself.

Healing Through My Stories

With promising my voice that I would no longer abandon her. With letting the love I withheld from myself flow freely once more. I

I learned from this inspiring woman, that healing journey is not so much about addressing those who give silence treatment, but addressing ways we treat ourselves, ways we silence ourselves, ways we devalue ourselves, ways we punish ourselves…and by addressing these and by giving ourselves courageous promise that we will never ever allow to silence ourselves again, we open the path to some of the deepest and core healing...