CARRYING TRAUMA IN SILENCE

Trauma is something that lives with us for a very long time. It does not matter whether the incident was big or small. What matters is that it stays. It stays with you, sometimes for years, sometimes for a lifetime. It haunts you, and often, there feels like no escape.

Especially for women.

I see so many women carrying trauma in silence. It hurts to know that many girls never get the chance to speak about it honestly. There is always fear. Fear of judgment. Fear of questions. What will they think of me? What will happen if I tell them? Will something bad happen to me? These thoughts control them. They lock them in a room they cannot leave, like a dark hole that slowly changes their life.

I have heard many stories like this. From my friends, my cousins, and people I know. Almost every woman I know has faced some form of harassment or abuse in her life. That is heartbreaking. Even more painful is knowing that some of them were just children. At an age when they did not even understand what was happening to them or why.

This is a serious issue. I know it cannot be solved easily with a few voices alone. Still, there is a part of me that aches deeply, because I was one of them too. I had a similar experience in my life. The trauma it caused still follows me. It stays.

There are moments when you cannot walk on a road without fear. Even when there is no real danger, your mind tells you that someone is following you. That he is coming closer. You cannot shake the thought. You walk faster, your breath grows heavy, and all you want is to disappear from his sight.

Even something as small as a touch on a bus, something unintentional can make you freeze. Your body remembers. Your mind reacts. You feel uncomfortable, trapped, and desperate to leave. All of this comes from that one trauma you experienced long ago.

So the question remains: Can this ever change? Can we ever truly heal?

I don’t think trauma disappears easily. It leaves a deep wound inside you. And healing feels slow in a world where these things keep happening every day. There is not a single day without news of a girl being raped, abused, or killed. It makes you wonder, What went wrong? When will this end?

I know there are good men. I truly believe that. But when will the monsters inside some people learn to stop? When will this horror change? When will women be able to walk freely without fear? When will a young girl grow up without experiencing these things?

I hope that day comes. I hope our generation brings that change.

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