Creative Curiosity by Nathalie Le Riche — compassionate communication

For years, I believed that silence was safety. That if I swallowed my truth, others would feel better. That my quietness could mend their sadness, soften their anger, create peace. But instead, my silence became a breeding ground for pain—mine and theirs. I didn’t just lose my voice. I lost myself. When I finally spoke, it wasn’t gentle. It was fierce, raw, and misunderstood. My truth, long buried, came out like a storm. And in its wake, I met resistance. Arguments. Accusations. Almost physical confrontations. Not because I was wrong—but because none of us had learned how to speak without...