A journey from silent struggles to confident voices
October 12, 2024Some people think being quiet means you’re fine — but for me, silence was where I hid everything I couldn’t say out loud. I’m 14 years old, and before I joined the Talk2Me Foundation, I used to carry my feelings like a heavy bag that never left my side.
In school, I was the girl who always sat at the back — never the one to raise her hand or join conversations. At home, I did what I was told, smiled when expected, and said “I’m fine” even when I wasn’t. I didn’t think my voice mattered. I didn’t even know where to begin if someone asked what was wrong.
Then something changed.
Little by little, I began to speak. First in whispers, then in full voice
One of our teachers introduced us to the Talk2Me Safe Space. She said it was a place for girls to talk about what’s really going on — not just homework and chores, but how we feel. At first, I thought, “That’s not for me.” But deep down, I was tired of feeling alone.
I decided to give it a try.
At my first session, I just sat and listened. The other girls spoke about things I had always kept buried — fear, pressure, anger, sadness. They spoke without shame, and no one laughed or judged. The aunties listened so gently. That was new to me.
The safe space gave me courage I never knew I had.
Before joining the program, I often felt invisible — like my thoughts and feelings didn’t matter. I struggled to open up, even with close friends or family. But inside the safe space, I found something I didn’t expect: people who listened without judgment, who saw me for who I was, not just what I’d been through.
Little by little, I began to speak. First in whispers, then in full voice. I learned to name my emotions, to ask for help, and to believe that my story was worth sharing. Today, I no longer hide in the background. I lead group sessions, support new girls, and advocate for mental health in my school.
I’m not just healing — I’m helping others heal too.
Now, when I walk through the school compound, I don’t keep my head down. I greet people with a smile that means something. I’ve even spoken in assembly about stress and mental health. I tell girls that what they feel is real — and that it’s okay to talk.
One day, I hope to become a social worker or a mental health advocate. I want to be the voice that reaches someone who’s still silent, like I once was.
Because I’ve learned that silence doesn’t protect you. But sharing your truth? That can set you free.
