I used to underestimate the importance of talking. I spent most of my younger years not talking to anyone. Teachers would actually tell my mom that they were worried because I didn’t talk to anyone.
Part of the reason I didn’t speak when I was younger was because I didn’t like the sound of my soft yet squeaky voice. Now that I’m older my tone is a bit deeper but occasionally the squeakiness pops out.
But now after twenty years of talk therapy (and suddenly finding myself without a psychotherapist) I feel the importance of talking.
Sometimes even just making a comment to a stranger can brighten my day.