At 16, my world changed. I had just survived an EF4 tornado that ripped through my high school, taking the lives of 8 of my classmates. A life altering experience that I strongly believe, to this day, robbed me of my adolescence.

This pivotal moment ultimately played a significant role in my bipolar 1 diagnosis.

I kept journals over the years in an effort to make sense of it all. I was scared for others to know what went on inside my head. I was scared for myself. I felt alone, misunderstood, and a stranger in my own skin.

"Comfortable Silence" was the alias I used in my writings. It was something I yearned for.

Fast forward to 2022, and I found myself at a crossroads during the most significant mental health break of my life. I moved home. I cut the world out. I focused on my physical and mental health and for once - I became comfortable in silence.

During recovery, I realized Comfortable Silence needed a voice—for us, the hurting, scared, and misunderstood.

When the storm rolls in, you’ll still be here when it clears. And what a beautiful day that is.

xo, missy