The Light Before The Fear

The voice rises across the room and your body locks, convinced that one wrong word will shatter the last safe place you have. You hold your breath, waiting for the explosion, certain that your silence is the only thing keeping the roof from caving in.

But the light does not live in your perfect performance or your frozen fear. It came from the light, self-generated and self-sustaining, long before this argument began.

You did not earn this safety, and you cannot lose it by stumbling over a sentence. The home you are trying to protect with your silence was never built on your ability to say the right thing.

It was built on a foundation that cannot be shaken by a raised voice.