Life’s trials stifle and silence us. Someone who’s lost a loved one. Someone diagnosed with cancer. Someone betrayed by a friend. Life leaves us speechless, unable to give names to the terrible things that have happened to us. There don’t seem to be words adequate to the task of expressing our pain, so we remain in the darkness of silence. Trauma leaves us with no words, no way of expressing who we are.
When we write, we fight back against silence. We echo the original act of creation, speaking words into a void. When those words are true, light pierces darkness.
The writing process is simply a process of finding one’s voice, of digging through life’s rubble and finding the dirty, broken pieces of who we were.