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The Comfort of Silence: An Introvert’s Perspective

Silence has never been unfamiliar to me. I’ve always been someone who sits in quiet spaces with comfortability. Personally, I don’t like if there’s constant noise or distraction because it feels too overwhelming. So, silence is where I stay. It’s where I feel the most like myself.

Silence as comfort and early solitude

For the most part, I grew up alone. I’m an only child, so I learned early on to entertain myself—playing solo games, writing stories, reading fun mystery novels.

I remember going to the toy store with my mom and being brought little projects for me to do. I remember getting science kits, fun fill-out books like “about me” or Mad Libs, and board games like Operation that you could play alone.

Of course, there were moments I felt lonely. But I grew comfortable and used to being solo that it didn’t affect me the way it may have others.

I think it’s because I choose silence over noise because of my anxieties and fears. I noticed that I didn’t need constant background sound or distraction. It was easy to sit in silence in peace. I was okay with it.

To me, silence has always been my form of rest.

I just always craved time alone. Time to be by myself because I could just be freely authentic without any outside unwanted judgment. When I’m doing things that I genuinely love to do—my hobbies, my interests—I rarely ever feel alone.Silence, identity, and relationships

I’ve been fortunate enough to always have friends by my side. They became my social lifeline and a place of feeling acceptance. They saw something in me that I couldn’t see in myself at the time.

I’ve always been hard on myself, so the fact that I actually had friends often boggled my mind.

I’ve always considered myself to be too quiet, too shy to make friends. But people naturally gravitated towards my quiet nature. They saw me as reliable, kind, and perhaps even fun.

I’m so grateful to have had a social life from an early age because that’s what made me feel less lonesome.

When silence becomes heavy

But sometimes, being alone in the silence too much creates an overwhelming discomfort.

My thoughts get so loud that emotions surface and my anxiety goes haywire. I’ll start overthinking everything in my life. I start doubting myself and shrink in the process.

That’s why I don’t need outside noise—I have enough of it going on in my mind.

Emotions rise when things get louder.

Lately, I’ve been feeling isolated. I haven’t really left my house much and I’ve been disassociating—being there but not fully being there.

Whenever I do leave my house, I feel so much anxiety that it’s nearly hard to breathe.

There have been moments where I’ve felt overwhelmed in ways I didn’t immediately understand until later—when everything quieted down and I was left sitting with it.

When I do go out, my emotions are high. If something or someone irritates me or triggers me in some way, my emotions come out all at once. I think it’s because I have so many buried feelings that they all come to a head at that point.

Internal processing and emotional buildup

I sit with things for a long time instead of expressing them. My thought process is quiet and internal.

I had a recent experience where I held things in too long that I couldn’t hold them in any longer. I made the decision to face the situation head on and be upfront and honest with my feelings. Needless to say, they were shut down.

This made my rejection sensitivity intensify to limits I had never reached before. I became angry, frustrated, and quite frankly hurt.

That’s why I feel more comfort in silence because I’ve learned vulnerability can often be detrimental.

But over time, I realized that I shouldn’t live my life in fear of opening up and that I should let things out before the tension builds.Reflection on silence

I’m starting to understand that silence hits differently for me. It holds comfort and clarity but can also hold heaviness and disconnection.

But if you were to ask me if I prefer silence or noise, I’m always going to choose silence.

I’m an introvert and I love to be alone. It’s my space for recharging my social battery, engaging in things I love, and sorting through my thoughts on my own time, no pressure.

And through the heaviness that comes along with it, I can manage it more easily when I’m in my own space quietly.

What does silence feel like for you—comfort, heaviness, or a mix of both?

“Silence is a source of great strength.”— Lao Tzu

#MentalHealth #Anxiety #ADHD #ADHDInGirls #Autism #AutismSpectrumDisorder #AutismSpectrum #Depression #Neurodiversity #MightyTogether

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Hi, I’m new to the mighty. It’s honestly kinda scary to post, because I’m very used to hiding. Found out I had bpd about a year ago, everyone told me I was too young to have it but I did. No one except my family and like two other people know. Sometimes I feel like I’m hiding this big secret and no one really knows me at all. Especially since I barely know myself. I think a lot of it comes down to shame and fear or judgement? Paired with a bunch of other mental health diagnoses sometimes I feel like I’m crazy or a monster or something. Anyway, thought I’d be brave and just join this group because this thing is all just so hard and lonely.

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I’m new here!

Hi, my name is Raoof. I'm here because
I need to talk to some people because i fell so lonely and ihavent any friend for talk
#MightyTogether #Anxiety #Depression #ADHD

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Isolation at university

I feel very lonely at the moment and it's hard to bear. For the context, I am in a law major which includes only children from the upper economic classes and only about ten at best disabled students. I come from a middle-class economic background, the first in my family to go to university. I am disabled (EDS and other associated diseases), autistic and family caregiver. I don't go much out of the way of all this context. The only time I went out to an association for disabled people it went well but then my anxiety caught up with me. In addition, it is now too far from home. I can't navigate on social networks, the mighty and YouTube are the only ones I have.
Ideas to get out of this isolation #EhlersDanlosSyndrome #AutismSpectrumDisorder #Anxiety #MentalHealth

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I wrote this when I felt really down. These are my raw thoughts. I was happy that I could express my pain though.

Obscurity.

Does a person always remain obscure to some extent? I've realised that I don't have anyone with whom I can share when I feel deep, deep, intense pain. I mean, it has been the reality since a long time so why am I thinking about this only now?

No one is there when I look at my reflection in the mirror and I hate it. No one is there when I feel extreme loneliness. No one is there when I am feeling pressure about the future. No one is there when I am aching with deep insecurities. They're there only to say; "It'll be okay." "Don't worry." "Just keep going." "Trust in the timing." "Just stay happy." "Don't stress" "Relax." "Just trust God." Just be confident."

But I don't want those empty words.... I just want to be cared for, I just want to be heard. But I know that no one will ever know me completely. I'll always be somewhat obscure and maybe that's okay... Maybe it's okay to be so lonely. Right? I mean everyone is hiding pain, right? It isn't just me. Maybe this is how life is lived after all. Not being listened, not being known completely, not being understood...

But maybe this is my biggest strength and my deepest pain. I depend on myself, in the way it really matters. I wipe my own tears, soothe my own heart. And maybe... that's my biggest strength too, right? I just get so tired sometimes... So tired. I get lonely. So lonely. My heart hurts... It aches. I wish to be heard, to be given company. In the way it matters...

But I am not the only one like this. Maybe everyone lives this way. Maybe everyone hides their pain, their tears, their stories, their aches, their insecurities... Maybe everyone is silently suffocating, silently hurting, silently drowning, silently going through things they'd never speak of... Is everyone suffering silently and the happiness is what we all present?

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I grew up as the only girl among two boys. I never had a sister, so in my heart, my mother was meant to be everything to me—my best friend, my sister, my companion, the one person who would hold my hand and never let go. For a while, I believed she would always be that person.

But everything changed.

After she got involved in a new relationship, it felt like I lost her completely. It was as though someone had taken her away and replaced her with a stranger. The love, the warmth, the connection I longed for all of it disappeared. Instead, there was distance, coldness, and words that cut deeper than silence ever could. We lived under the same roof, yet we were worlds apart.

I tried, over and over again, to reach her. I would start conversations, hoping—just hoping—that maybe this time she would respond with kindness. But most times, I was met with rudeness or indifference. Eventually, I stopped expecting anything at all.

What hurt the most was not just losing her—it was having no one else to turn to. I carried my pain alone. There was no one to confide in, no one to listen, no one to understand. In those quiet moments, I missed my father more than ever. He died when I was only six years old, but in my heart, I felt that if he were still alive, maybe things would have been different. Maybe I wouldn’t have felt so alone.

My phone and my bed became my closest companions. They didn’t judge me, didn’t reject me, didn’t turn me away. They were there when no one else was.

There were times when the pain became too heavy to carry. Times when I questioned whether life was even worth living. I thought about ending my life because it felt like the suffering would never end. I felt invisible, unwanted, and forgotten.

Even after finishing school, life didn’t get easier. I didn’t have a job. I didn’t have independence. To my family, I felt like a failure. Their disappointment only added to the weight I was already carrying. But despite everything, I kept going. I endured, not because it was easy, but because I had no other choice. I had nowhere else to go, no shelter beyond the place that felt so unwelcoming.

I held on to hope in God, believing that one day my tears would be wiped away. But there were days when even that hope faded. Days when I felt abandoned—not just by people, but by God Himself. I began to wonder if I was one of the forgotten ones, not worthy of His attention or love. I prayed, but it often felt like my prayers went unheard.

Rejection became a pattern in my life. I felt rejected by my paternal relatives, rejected within my own family, and rejected by the world around me. It was a painful identity to carry—the feeling of being unwanted everywhere you turn.

But even in all this pain, there is a story still being written.

Because despite everything I have faced—the loneliness, the rejection, the heartbreak—I am still here. I have endured what many would not understand. My story is not just one of pain, but of survival. And maybe, just maybe, it is also a story of strength that I am only beginning to discover. #MentalHealth

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Been here for years, but lost you when I changed emails. So glad to be back because I’m crumbling like never before. Lifetime dealing with mental illness, BPD, PTSD, anxiety, chronic depression, agoraphobia, panic disorder, dissociative amnesia, and the list keeps accumulating. LOL. But now, my health issues with chronic pain have caught up to me in my suddenly becoming old! Don’t know where it came from. I went from 35 years old to 65 years old in 10 minutes!, Wow… my spine is crumbling from arthritis. Just had spinal fusion and now have spinal stenosis added to everything else in my spine. Have chronic pain syndrome. Trying a new type of THERAPY at Cleveland Clinic to manage my pain through my brain. My brain is not cooperating so well. I’m on an 18 month. Waiting list to get ketamine. Which would be awesome because my Medical Marijuana is absolutely astronomical and cost. Beyond disability, it’s costing my sister of fortune!!! Don’t know how they can take away your pain medicines without insurance covering the only alternative they give you. Such a sin. Anyway, to top it all off, MY Psychologist of 30 years (Retired) seven years ago. Haven’t found anyone since her. And five years ago, my sister Jean, my best friend in the whole world, passed away after I took care of her 24 seven for two years. My heart died the day she did and it will never return. I feel so isolated and lost and alone and lonely and I miss her more than life itself. All I can think is, she promised to take me with her and she didn’t!!! I don’t know how to exist without her. All this depression and grief is only making my bodily physical pain worse and worse. I’m spinning in a cycle but I cannot get out of. God I could use your friendship. Just listening to your stories will make me feel not so alone. Thank you for including me.

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What Is My Comfort Costing Me? By BigmommaJ

Comfort feels safe.
Predictable.
Controlled.

But comfort can also be a quiet thief.
It doesn’t kick down doors or demand attention. It whispers. It convinces. It keeps people right where they are—stuck in patterns that feel familiar but are slowly eroding growth, healing, and purpose.

The real question isn’t whether comfort feels good.

It’s what it’s costing.

The Illusion of Safety

The human brain is wired for survival, not transformation. The amygdala scans for threats and pushes toward what feels known—even if that “known” includes dysfunction, addiction, or emotional pain.

This is why people stay:

*In toxic relationships

*In cycles of addiction

*In silence about their mental health

*In roles shaped by trauma and social conditioning

Because familiar pain can feel safer than unfamiliar healing.

From a neurobiological perspective, repeated behaviors—healthy or not—become reinforced through neuroplasticity. The brain literally wires itself to prefer what it practices (Doidge, 2007).

So when someone says, “Why don’t they just leave?” or “Why don’t I just stop?”—they’re missing the point.

Comfort isn’t passive.
It’s conditioned.

Comfort vs. Growth: You Can’t Fully Have Both

Growth requires discomfort. There’s no clinical workaround for that.

In fact, avoidance of discomfort is strongly linked to mental health struggles. Experiential avoidance—a concept rooted in Acceptance and Commitment Therapy—refers to the attempt to escape or suppress difficult thoughts and emotions. Research shows this avoidance actually intensifies distress over time (Hayes et al., 2006).

In addiction, this is even more pronounced.

Substances and maladaptive coping strategies become tools to:

*Numb emotional pain

*Regulate overwhelming states

*Maintain a false sense of control

But the cost?

*Loss of identity

*Damaged relationships

*Chronic shame

*Physical and psychological deterioration

Comfort, in this context, becomes a trauma response—not a solution.

The Cost of Staying the Same

Remaining in comfort doesn’t mean staying still. It means accumulating consequences slowly enough that they become normalized.

Research in behavioral psychology highlights the concept of reinforcement loops—where short-term relief strengthens long-term dysfunction (Skinner, 1953).

That looks like:

Avoiding hard conversations → temporary peace → long-term resentment

Using substances → temporary relief → worsening dependency

Isolating → temporary safety → deepening loneliness

Over time, what once felt like protection becomes a prison.

Social Conditioning Keeps You Comfortable—And Stuck

Comfort isn’t just internal—it’s systemic

From early childhood, people are shaped by social conditioning:

*“Don’t talk about your problems.”

*“Keep the family together at all costs.”

*“Be strong. Don’t feel.”

In child welfare, mental health, and addiction systems, this shows up as:

*Stigma around seeking help

*Fear of judgment or consequences

*Internalized beliefs about worth and capability

In Canada, stigma remains a significant barrier to accessing care, particularly in marginalized communities (Mental Health Commission of Canada, 2019).

So people stay comfortable—not because they want to—but because they’ve been taught to.

Discomfort Is Where Healing Begins

Healing is not comfortable.

It looks like:

*Sitting with emotions instead of numbing them

*Setting boundaries that risk rejection

*Confronting trauma that was buried for survival

*Rebuilding identity from the ground up

From a trauma-informed lens, this process must be paced and supported. Pushing too fast can retraumatize, but avoiding entirely keeps people stuck in cycles of dysregulation (SAMHSA, 2014).

The goal isn’t chaos.

It’s intentional discomfort—the kind that leads somewhere.

So… What Is Your Comfort Costing You?

Ask yourself honestly:

*What am I avoiding right now?

*What patterns feel safe but are harming me?

*Where am I choosing familiarity over growth?

*What would change if I tolerated discomfort instead of escaping it?

Because comfort has a price.

And at some point, the cost of staying the same becomes greater than the cost of change.

Call to Action – Rise Above Your Norm

Comfort will keep you alive.
But it won’t help you evolve.

Rising above your norm means questioning the patterns that feel easiest. It means recognizing that what feels safe may actually be what’s holding you back.

Start small:

*One honest conversation

*One boundary

*One moment of choosing awareness over avoidance

You don’t need to leap.
But you do need to move.

Because growth doesn’t happen where you feel comfortable.

It happens where you’re willing to be challenged.

BigmommaJ
#MentalHealth #comfortzone

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