Ever feel like silence gets so loud that you have to fill it with something—anything—just to avoid drowning in your own thoughts?

Yeah… me too. Almost every day.

Spotify has never been used more in my life. Background TV shows play on repeat—the kind you’ve watched so many times you don’t even need to pay attention. You just tune in for the good parts.

And yes, Ross and Rachel *were* on a break okay!?! But it was a two-minute conversation that was never properly talked about again. They were both right… and both wrong.

Still, I side with Rachel. Honestly, I’d side with Jennifer Aniston on anything. 

But anyway… the silence.

More specifically—the morning silence. Weekend silence, to be exact. The kind that feels like it’s supposed to be peaceful.

For some people, those first 30 minutes (or or more, if you’re lucky) are the best part of the weekend. Sitting with a coffee, no noise, no chaos—just stillness.

I understand the appeal. I really do.

But for me, that kind of silence doesn’t feel peaceful.

It feels loud.

It’s filled with this quiet, aching loneliness. The kind that makes you feel like you’re missing something you can’t quite name. Like there’s supposed to be someone or something there to share the space with—and there just… isn’t.

My cat helps sometimes. For a moment, at least. But once she’s fed, she disappears, and the quiet settles right back in.

And maybe that’s all this really is.

Just an acknowledgment that silence doesn’t feel the same for everyone.

For some, it’s peace.

For others, it’s something to get through.

If you feel this too, I’d love to know—how do you cope with it? What helps make the silence feel a little less heavy?

And one more important question…are you also team Rachel?!?