“Silence didn’t mean peace in my house. It meant something was wrong.”

Silence still doesn’t feel safe to me.

I grew up in a house where silence usually meant something was wrong.

From the outside everything looked fine, but inside there was a lot of shouting.

As a kid I learned to stay quiet and keep to myself. Books, small things, anything to disappear a bit.

I didn’t really think about it back then, but I guess it stuck.

Now when things get too quiet, I don’t feel calm. I feel like something is about to happen.

Does anyone else feel like this?