Words keep rushing through my head. They have been all day.
There are things that have been said to me. Things I’ve heard being said to other people. Things I’ve said. Most of all, what I’ve been thinking. My (mostly) silent response to all I’ve heard.
I’m not sure that I can get them out in a way that will make any sense. Or at least, not without a lot of backstory.
So for now, next time you see the quiet person, think about what might be going through their head. They might be fine. But they might be having a dark day.
Maybe a smile, a cup of tea brought to their desk, the door held open … maybe it might help to break up the steady flow of negative words running through their head, their heart.
Words are so powerful. Sometimes the absence of words can be just as powerful.