So often in my past it meant I was running away from my anxiety, frustrations, anger, or a situation I couldn’t handle, and had given myself time away in quiet to re group.
It meant I wasn’t coping well and needed to be left alone away from stimulations, loud noises, and conversation.
I needed to breath.
But I didn’t appreciate quiet. I hated that I had to depend on its deafening silence, its lonely space, and the feelings it brought.
Quiet was another reminder of where I was and how far I had to go.
But now, sitting here in the silence I can appreciate everything that those soft moments did for me.
The time alone thinking, processing, and working through the thoughts that raced through my brain was key to my recovery. Without quiet I wouldn’t have reached a state of calm.
I wouldn’t have recharged.
And I wouldn’t be where I am now.
A place filled with happiness.
Sitting in silence, enjoying the sound, enjoying my life.