Silence Is Your Sanctuary

There was a time when I feared silence.

In the quiet, memories would stir. Grief would echo. Shame would breathe down my neck.

So I filled my days with noise. Scrolling. Working. Pleasing. Proving.

But silence isn’t the enemy. It’s the sanctuary.

After my abortion, I avoided silence because I was afraid of what might rise in it—afraid that I’d drown in guilt or be crushed by grief. But what I found, once I let myself sit in the stillness, was something entirely different.

In the quiet, a different voice began to rise.

Not the voice of judgment. Not the voice of culture. Not the looping narratives I had absorbed about what it meant to be a woman who had made this choice.

But the voice beneath all voices.

She didn’t shout.

She pulsed.

She hummed.

She breathed in the marrow of my being, in the rhythm of my heartbeat, in the space just beneath my ribcage. And I began to trust her.

Because she was me.

Silence doesn’t demand. It invites.

It’s not empty. It’s sacred. And within it lives your deepest knowing.

If you’re in a season of post-abortion grief or confusion, I invite you to create just five minutes of silence each day. Not to fix or figure anything out. Just to be. To breathe. To let the voice within rise like a tide.

And when she does, don’t rush to interpret or explain her.

Just trust her.

She knows the way home.

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