grew up with radio silence…
at the end of every conversation was him…
dictating every move…
I guess the thing that terrifies me the most is hearing a response…
hearing the sound of my voice and having it mean something…
was silent all those years…
but it was familiar then…
now the thought of speaking up is scary but in my heart I know it’s not dangerous…
it’s okay to have a say…
to have a difference of opinion…
it’s natural and normal to have your own way of seeing the world and people in it…
just because someone wants you to see it their way doesn’t make it right or true…
and now I look within to know what I should do..
