The Weight of Untold Stories

When I first sat down to write Between the Echoes, I thought the hardest part would be remembering. In reality, the harder task was deciding what to leave out.

There are echoes that never made it to the page. Reflections scribbled in notes, half-formed chapters, moments that sat heavy in my chest but didn’t feel right in the book. Some were too raw, too tangled to untangle. Others didn’t carry the same weight when I tried to translate them into words. And some… some I just wasn’t ready to let the world see.

But here’s what I learned: even the untold stories still matter. They shaped how I wrote, what I emphasized, and how I carried the themes forward. Their absence was just as intentional as the words I kept.

Sometimes restraint is part of honesty. Not every battle scar needs to be uncovered, not every shadow dragged into the light. The choice of what to share and what to hold back is itself part of the story.

One day, maybe those missing echoes will find their place. Maybe they’ll come together as something separate or maybe they’ll remain where they are, lived but unspoken. Either way, their weight remains.

Because the truth is, not every story has to be shared to matter. Some stay with us, quietly shaping the way we see, the way we write, the way we heal.

"Not every story makes it onto the page but even the ones left behind still shape the journey."