Sometimes the lump in the throat grows roots.
Medium | 03.07.2026 13:35
It begins as a silence, a pause meant to keep peace. Days pass, but the unsaid words don’t dissolve. They stay and anchor. They twist downward through the chest, into the ribs. What was once a moment becomes a room full of withheld truths. The body remembers what the mouth refused, and one day, breathing feels heavier than speaking ever did.
Don’t let the roots grow. Speak up when needed and take a stand for yourself.
