CHAPTER 1
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❋“THE QUIET NOBODY NOTICED”❋
I don’t remember the exact day I started to disappear. It wasn’t loud. No screams. No tears. Just silence.
A slow fading, like when the sun quietly slips behind the clouds and no one notices until it’s dark.
I was always the quiet one the one who didn’t make trouble.
The one who sat in the corner, finished their work, and didn’t raise their hand.
I was so quiet and lonesome at school, I think the kids just decided to leave me alone.
Not out of unkindness just detachment.
Like they figured I belonged to my own shadow and didn’t need reaching.
So to try and fix that dilemma, I became a clown, always looking for an opportunity to make people smile, without knowing or realising it, which became a way to chase the darkness away.
People liked me and were happy around me because I didn’t ask for much.
But inside, I was aching for someone to see me.
Not just look see me.
At home, it wasn’t any different.
My voice was small in a house full of louder needs.
I don’t blame anyone.
Everyone was trying to survive in their own way.
But in all that noise, my quiet became invisible.
It’s a strange kind of loneliness, the one that grows when people surround you.
It doesn’t shout.It whispers.
And over time, you start to believe it.
You don’t matter.
You’re forgettable.
You’re alone.
I didn’t know it was trauma.
I didn’t even have a word for it.
I thought this was just what life felt like
a shadow you live in,
a weight you carry,
a part of you that no one else ever notices.
But I wasn’t quiet everywhere.
At church youth, I tried so hard to be liked.
I would make people laugh,
act cheerful,
and keep the energy light around everyone there.
It became my way of fitting in
hiding the ache under a bright smile.
An amazing woman at church noticed.
She once asked my family if I was always like that at home.
I believe she cared genuinely
really wanted to understand me and check on me.
Later, my family questioned me about it.
They were worried I might be acting strange or annoying people.
I assured them I was just my normal self
as to try and keep the peace.
But I could see the disappointment in their faces.
That moment stayed with me.
Because even though most people never saw anything wrong,
she did.
Sadly, even in her amazing care,
she noticed too late.
By then, I had already been living in this darkness
for what felt like a lifetime.
But that was just the beginning.
The beginning of forgetting myself.
The beginning of finding God.
📖 Bible Verse:
“Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.”
Psalm 25:16 (NIV)
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