Sickness Called Silence

*There will be a part where it will start to get confusing when reading; this is intentional. When we are dealing with gaslighting, there comes a point where the truth, the lie, and the argument become blurred. When this happens, the victim becomes lost within the truth, the argument, and what is a lie, creating a cycle of fog. I wrote this with the intention of educating people about what it looks like when you have lost everything you believed to be true and how it ripples into your life because someone convinced you otherwise.*

Everyone in the world was happy and carefree. They frolicked through the woods as painters scribbled words and poets sang songs. Every healer, every inventor, every creative had their place and function. Trust was ultimate, and Truth held each other, hand in hand. Nothing was out of sorts until one day, Trust became ill and lost itself. Truth, unable to understand, could not hold onto Trust, releasing Trust from the divine.

Truth questioned this illness toward Trust as they both fell from the divine. “What is happening to you, Trust? You were always so talkative, happy, and curious, and then one day you stopped talking?"

“I feel sick, Truth, but I do not know with what. Something has happened, but I do not know what.”

Truth questioned Trust: “Sick? But Trust, you cannot get sick; you are connected alongside me with the divine. How have you fallen ill?" Truth continued, "You must have dreamed this sickness, Trust.”

Trust is pensive, then turns to Truth: “I cannot say, but I know it was not a dream. You were there Truth, you must know what I speak of.”

The world around them started to shake as they continued their descent.

Truth questions Trust, "How come you cannot?" Truth continues: "You must stay open for the divine to flow through you. You do not want the divine to strip you of its dignity; you are already falling from grace. What more do you need to see to show you that you yourself are moving away from the divine if you do not open up to me?”

Trust is unable to see whether Truth has fallen from grace. Trust is losing itself within the fall.

Trust begins to visibly shake and says, “Do not make me say what has happened to me to become ill. I do not wish to speak of it... Truth, you know that it is not me who is stripped of their dignity; surely you must remember.”

Truth answers Trust: “Ah the illness of silence. Yes, Trust I am aware of who is stripped of their dignity. It is why you have fallen ill with silence, is it not?”

Trust questions Truth: “Why do you ask me why I have fallen? Was it not you who had given me the distrust? Are you not the one falling with me because of this sickness you call silence?”

The world around them changes; dark smoke takes over the bright blue skies. Trust is still hanging onto itself, determined that Truth will be truthful.

Truth is pensive, no longer able to grab onto the divine, darkening truth into Lie: “I have not given you distrust; I had moved forward towards you with aggression because you allowed me to. You are Trust, but it is your fault for trusting the Truth."

Trust can no longer hold onto itself and turns into Distrust, and then questions Lie: "Why have you given me this illness of silence? Truth I know you know, it is why you are falling alongside me. How can you not know, it was you Truth who has given me this sickness? Why have you changed?"

Lie turns into Truth "Because distrust, your once-trusting nature, has caused me to fall into you aggressively. I have not changed, I cannot change. I am Truth, and what you see is what I am. Look at you, you are distrust, you are no longer the Trust I know, all because of this silence that you have dreamt, making it a sickness."

Trust shimmers only softly within distrust. Trust, still falling from grace, no longer holds Truth's hand and allows its full descent into the nothingness of the fog. Trust for the moment begins to speak to Distrust: "Truth is right; we have only fallen because of my distrust in Truth. It is why I have fallen ill, why I do not want to speak on what has happened to me to fall ill, why it is me who has created distrust between us, and why I am no longer connected to the divine."

Truth can no longer hold onto the divine, as it told a lie. But Trust cannot see this to be true, and as both fall into the fog of nothingness, Lie hides behind its mask of Truth, allowing Trust to further distrust itself as it watches from afar.

Everyone stopped. The echo of what truth has said to trust reverberated into the lives of each one. The healer became a doctor, the inventor became an engineer, the painter became a joker, the poet became an editor, and the masses became silent. There was no longer connection, and the world was absorbed by the fog of nothingness.