Where there are no words, there is a vacuum.
The silence envelops thoughts and feelings and magnifies them.
Stigma breeds a ‘stiff upper lip’ that can mean denying what is.
As parents who have struggled, stumbled and wrestled with doubt and confusion,
we are so frightened to fail, to not measure up.
The illness deprives us of a sense of self worth, and we become a vitriolic critic in the most vulnerable of times.
Silence breeds a fortress of negativity.
It starts with a whisper, until we’re carried along by a buoyant chorus,
reaching out and reassuring each other with our stories,
Tearing down the walls, brick by brick,
simply by talking.
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