Storytelling
Stories I Can Never Tell
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This is the era of storytelling and each of us whether we do so or not has a story inside us — some happy, some sad, and some just plain ordinary.
I have stories that swirl around in my head wanting me to tell, tell, tell but I can’t.
They feel too personal to share, deeply tied to those I care about. They involve my family, friends, and even me, and I worry about what sharing them might mean.
Some parts of me hesitate to expose them to the world. But where can I go without stories to tell?
Storytelling is a powerful way to connect with others. It helps us share our experiences and feelings, creating bonds between us. But here I am, standing at the edge of that connection wanting to tell my stories and feeling stuck.
What am I to do?
I often ask myself: What’s the price of sharing these stories? Will I hurt someone I love? Will it backfire on me?
These questions make me anxious, so I keep quiet. I hold my untold stories close, like treasures locked away, where they can’t be seen or shared.
Because the stories want to be written, I often find myself telling them in my head. It’s a heavy feeling, like there’s a weight on my chest, knowing these stories are trapped inside me.
But this isn’t just about what I can’t share; it’s also about what I can express.
Maybe there’s a way to share without revealing everything.
I can share memories of my childhood without giving away every detail.
I can share without over sharing.
I can look into the emotions tied to the stories I can’t tell, and in doing so, I might find a bit of relief.
I can write about the longing to connect, the fear of being vulnerable, and the beauty of storytelling itself — even when those stories stay unspoken.
I can write about the desire to write and about the struggle to hold back.
Writing about the stories I can’t share gives me a chance to express my feelings without crossing any lines. I can simply explore what I think and feel.
Not every story has to be told completely. I see that now. I’ve come to understand that some parts can be kept private.
I can enjoy storytelling and appreciate the art of sharing without having to reveal every detail of life. There’s value in keeping certain moments just for ourselves.
I can celebrate storytelling while recognizing the beauty of privacy.
Balancing between sharing our experiences and respecting our own privacy make storytelling even more special.
It becomes a skill to master.
We all have stories we keep close, and it’s perfectly fine to keep some things private. Our experiences are real, whether we choose to share them or not.
While some stories may stay untold, the desire to connect and share is a powerful thing.
But silence.
Silence can be just as meaningful as speaking out.
And who knows, maybe one day I’ll find the courage to share the stories swirling inside my head wanting me to tell, tell, tell.
