Whispers of Narrative

The subtle stories we live by, even when we never wrote them down

Not everything we live in has a chapter

Some stories unfold in the margins

In shorthand

In silence

In how we leave the room before the ending

They don't start with

"Once upon a time"

They begin with

"That's just who I am."

"This always happens."

Or nothing at all

Still, we leave them

In what we choose

What we avoid

In how we move through rooms, days, and conversations

These aren't loud stories

But they write us

Page by page

Lines we didn't write

Narrative therapy reminds us

It's not what happened

It's what we made of it

And sometimes what we made wasn't a sentence but a shadow

Not a plot but a pattern

Some stories don't ask to be corrected

They ask to be heard again from a different place

Margins that still speak

You don't need to burn the book to write a new page

You just need to notice the sentence beneath the habit, the phrase inside the pause

Once you read it

Once you say it out loud, you get to ask

Do I still believe this

Did I ever

Underline this

What script am I following without noticing

What emotion keeps repeating without a scene

What story might I be done telling, even if I don't rewrite it

"It's not the story itself that matters, but how we tell it

That's what changes everything."

Jeanette Winterson

Some stories don't want to be new

Only met again

With less urgency

With more kindness

With you closer to the voice that was quiet for too long

You don't need a new plot

Only a softer telling

From where you are now

You're invited to listen differently

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