The Power of Intentional Speech

I Didn’t Speak for 18 Years, Here’s What Silence Taught Me About the Power of Words. Most people speak without thinking. I thought without speaking. For years. And when I finally found my voice, I realized… I had been doing it wrong. Communication isn’t just about talking, it’s about reaching. And most of us are missing the mark. Here’s what I learned from silence, and how it changed the way I speak, listen, and lead.

Confidence in your words. Forgiveness in the missteps of thought. What does it mean to speak? To reach a feeling? Or to be heard? Do you hear yourself when you speak, or are you just waiting for the echo? And if no one listens, did you speak at all?

We are taught to talk before we learn to listen. But listening is more than silence. More than waiting. More than ears catching sound waves. Have you ever truly heard? Not just the words but the space between them, the hesitation, the weight? The way fear lingers in the breath before a confession?

I see you. The one who holds their voice tight in their chest, afraid it will crumble if it leaves their lips. I see you because I was you. Eighteen years of silence, not by choice but by circumstance, by survival, by an unspoken rule written in the marrow of my bones. And then I spoke. But I spoke to be heard, not to understand. I listened, but only to answer, only to prove, only to be something I thought I needed to be.

What does it mean to speak with intention? 

To align words with purpose, voice with vibration, meaning with moment? It is not just about speaking. It is about choosing. And choices, oh, they are heavier than we realize. To speak with purpose is to risk, and risk is the birthplace of rebirth.

Are you capable of hearing when you do not understand the power of speaking?

Not an attack on intelligence, but an invitation. A thought. A pause in your mind before the next sentence forms. A shift in awareness, a different way of seeing sound. Because sound is not just noise. It is presence. It is weight. It is movement. It is the thing that shapes the unseen. I have fallen over and over. Spoken words I did not mean. Meant words I did not speak. But in the mistakes, in the moments of reflection, in the places where shame and wisdom shake hands, I found understanding.

Little Voice out there, I see you. The one who reads these words with quiet recognition. You will speak when the time is right, and when you do, you will not just be heard, you will reach. And until then, know this:

rebirth comes after the risk. 

Always.