Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
– Martin Luther King, Jr.
It’s at once sad and fascinating to see what tricks your mind will play on you, or how rationalizing becomes a method of survival when you don’t know where to point the finger; How distorted memory can be when all you want to do is forget. It took years before I had the courage to stop blaming myself. I don’t regret what has inevitably made me a stronger person. The vulnerability is a blessing in disguise once you resolve never to be powerless again.
Silence is dangerous. Failure to speak, to fight– it can render you mute long after the initial event. It leaves you questioning yourself and contesting your right to stand up against what you couldn’t before.
I almost forgot what it felt like to hate men this much, because I chose to hate myself for so long. Now that it has happened to someone I love, I see all the more clearly who is truly at fault. And I will not let her feel guilty for someone else’s misdeed. The absence of no is not yes.