Do you censor yourself? When you speak? When you write? I do. For as long as I can remember I have kept lots of thoughts to myself. Children should be seen and not heard – that is the generation I come from – it is a mantra I carried into adulthood. Good girls are polite, agreeable and quiet.
As I grew older I kept quiet because I wanted people to like me; I kept quiet because I didn’t want to cause upset or outrage; but mostly I kept quiet because I was afraid.
It wasn’t until I was in my late thirties that I realised that no-one, absolutely no-one really knew me at all.
Silence is easy. Silence is easy because it is safe. Speaking out takes courage. Most people including me take the easy route more often than not. Occasionally brave people die when they refuse to be silenced. Most of the time ordinary people die inside because they stay silent.
The Blogging 101 assignment today was to write a post to your dream reader. Well my dream reader would be someone who, like me, might be afraid of saying some of the things they need to say. Things that might make other people not feel so alone, or might help another person speak out against something they see as wrong. I would like to encourage my dream reader, just like I try to encourage myself, to be brave, to take the hard way – to speak out.