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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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I am Jack's Motley Thoughts on Fight Club and DID

We’re not like Jekyll and Hyde or Three Faces of Eve. Not like Sybil or Norman Bates. We’re not like Fight Club. But what if we were?

Stick with me here.

Fight Club is one of those films I saw before I knew about our #DissociativeIdentityDisorder . One that I thoroughly enjoyed. One that left me with awkwardly relatable feelings that never went away.

Feelings that turned even more awkward when encountering cries of, “Not like Tyler Durden!”

Because, well, why not?

There’s a lot relatable about the relationship between Tyler Durden and The Narrator...

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Multiples in the Media: reviewing fictional portrayals of Dissociative Identity Disorder in television, books, and movies — the good, the bad, and the relatable.

Fight Club is the 1999 film directed by David Fincher, starring Brad Pitt, Edward Norton, and Helena Bonham Carter. The original novel was written by Chuck Palahniuk in 1996.

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DID: We’re not like Jekyll and Hyde or Three Faces of Eve. Not like Sybil or Norman Bates. We’re not like Fight Club. But what if we were?
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Prove it#CPTSD

Am I gullible, yes.
Am I too trusting, yes.
Do I bother people, Not at all.im home, alone.
Do I reconnect with those, who, don't know me? https://No.Do I watch other peoples lives online? No.
Do you? Yes.
Did people make it their business, to hurt me? yes.
Do I understand why? NO.
Have I asked?Have I asked it ti STOP? https://Yes.Multiple times.
Has it? No.
Am I a punchline, a scapegoat and gossip topic for insecurity? Yes.
Is it all contradicted by my actual life? Yes.
Are people that aweful?
It seems that way.
Was, I aware?Yes.
For years, three exactly.
And I waited for repair and they, wasted it,pushing me away.
Dead can, dance?Yes but Not so much, https://now.Every couple months Im reminded and removed, some https://more.Proved it with https://William.Show me proof my Son was with https://him.I will give Will his space and his reasons will stay in his heart and it will hurt https://him.He is, my https://world.I purposefully cut the cord and was honest with him and now regret that honesty about my https://life.Digging up some past relationships, collecting my ex's and taunting my family with it is sad and I'm afraid of https://them.I wish he'd get help, be clear and not be taken advantage of, by others, to hurt https://me.Two wrongs do not even out hurt or the damage caused by another. I have nothing now, have been shown who they are and what they are capable of. All involved, are https://complisant.I shouldn't have to wait for something to happen.
Prove https://it.Prove he did these things to me and I'll walk away.be honest with me and I will, leave https://quietly.Be transparent and I will let you live outside this house and you can have your girlfriends and your family, all your lives can merge as one and I get to live in https://peace.Everytime your goons show up, you are told and you flip it on me.no more horses, thunderstruck, whores or https://lies.You lie to me,daily, to my face, you, withhold and deflect instead of share and https://include.I am a dependant, not treated like a wife, spouse or partner, in any definition of the https://word.I am ashamed and https://embarrassed.I will be selling the car, my belongings and my son is not the one, I raised https://anymore.They made him mediate and be the messenger, the referee and criticized https://him.They used him, as a pawn. He is not https://okay.He is why I stayed,why is that wrong, to want a stable home and commitment for a kid? I am in this position because of my https://choices.I gave it all, to this house, to them and to others, to support https://others.I am wrong for not saving it https://all.I let him play me for a fool,I couldn't see https://it.How can someone do this to someone? Im no https://one.I have nothing and ask for nothing.

Someone with hero syndrome shouldn't cry being used, when they create the choas to begin with and are the ones using us.

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I DO CARE

I won't be made useless or idled with Despair

WHY IS CARING hard

IS A DAY off going to make you stronger

THE LIFE OF YOUTH

and the life of Elder's ages

IT'S A FLOWER WHEN FIRST IT'S NEW

it grows old and waxes cold and fades away with the morning dew

THERE ARE people dying

DO YOU CARE ENOUGH FOR THE LIVING

TO HEAL THEIR WORLD

don't abuse your callings of wisdom family spousal units boy friends girl friens care giver positions daughtering being a son, nursing and doctoring

IF YOU'RE IN FAITHFUL relationships try not to cheat

DON'T ABUSE WHAT YOU CONSUME

don't abuse your premises

DON'T ALWAYS HEAL THE WELL when you can care for the sick

DON'T DESPAIR TO TAKE YOUR LIFE TO END ABUSE

YES, IN PARDONING WE'RE PARDONED BUT JUDGE JUSTLY

HEAVEN MIGHT JUST BE VALUED TIME WITH VALUED ONES ON EARTH

SAD N LINELY IN HEAVEN MY FOOT

LINELY N UNSTRONG ON EARTH YES

A DAY OFF FOR STRENGTH

FAMILY SUPPORT OF AND BY YOUR OWN

BIPOLAR BURNOUT

CANADA'S A TREASURE WITH HEALTHCARE WITH VOWS

DON'T ABUSE IT

FAITH IS NOT BLIND BUT ITS HARD

WORK SOMEHOW

AND DO SERVICE TO OTHERS FOR YOUR PAY

LIVE SIMPLY

AND SIMPLY LIVE

AND LEAST OF ALL DON'T DESTRPY ME

poem romantic poem, lyric, school poem

LOVE, APPRECIATION, VALUE, Respect

KEEP WITH YOUR OWN

VISIT AND LOVE ON

PICK YOUR BATTLES DON'T KILL

LEAVE OR STOP

GET THROUGH SOMEHOW

HOPE THROUGH YOUR ACTIONS NOT JUST YOUR WORDS

DON'T FEED PEOPLE THAT DON'T HELP YOU

JUST FEED YOURSELVES

PAIN IS NOT NEEDED TO BE STRONGER

HELP

STRENGTH

HOPE

WARMPTH SOMEHOW

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Yesterday at the horsefarm was emotional. I felt unspoken static in the air. My boss said something out of stress, which triggered the wound of shrinking in me. Without saying a word, I stepped away and cared for the horses. During my work, I broke into tears.

It's a heavy weight for me....

Today, my boss was his calm self again. We had no time to talk about emotions, so I texted him later.
We are both work in progress. There might be more of that situations ahead. Talking them out is key of connection.
I guess that's what safe relationship looks like.

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No thank you #CPTSD

Im not leaving or waiting for someone to save me.I have found it discouraging and disappointing my Son, again was used. Why adults feel the need to use a young man's life experience as gossip, to trash his mother and leave damage behind.I will heal, but he won't be able to address or recognize his place now.you have filled his head with lies from people who hurt people for fun.And to be wrong, again....for expecting them to want real relationships with communication. I want my son healthy,my family, Brian and Will and able to have a clear conversation with out being set up, dismissed or denied my place.Every time, Im at fault.Not one ever, no apologies ever.no repair.Nothing, everytime.

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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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