Static in the Chest: Mara Van Dyck’s Honest Path to “Not Alone”
There’s a specific kind of silence that doesn’t feel empty—it feels crowded. Static in the chest. Concrete in the throat. A quiet that hums. That’s where Mara Van Dyck begins her story.
There’s a specific kind of silence that doesn’t feel empty—it feels crowded. Static in the chest. Concrete in the throat. A quiet that hums. That’s where Mara Van Dyck begins her story.