Lately, I have returned to Lorde's essay. I find that I need to remind myself that adopting silence won't protect me from all the people, mostly men, who have hurt me, nor will silence erase the trauma I've endured at their hands. Silence, she reminds me, doesn't do us any good. It can devour us from the inside out.
“Loss kicks us in the teeth when we least expect it to. Grief sticks with us. It clings to us, even as we try to move on. I found myself craving coffee, so I had a cup.”