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This makes perfect sense. Our culture is starved for silence. Without it, there can be no inner peace — not at a deep level anyway. Noise is stressful. I feel this more intensely than most because I’ve been extremely noise-sensitive since recovering from a major depression in my late 40s. Since childhood, I’ve been easily startled and quickly able to enter a deep state of focus. Getting interrupted at those times creates a strong negative reaction in both body and soul.
I have a phobia of dogs that I manage fairly well, but hearing them bark unsettles me almost to the point of wanting to vomit. In my home, I live in silence and don’t require TV or radio for background noise.
I’ve struggled with a disordered attachment to food, especially sweets, since I was in elementary school. Part of my vigilance requires awareness of my triggers and my current inner state. I eat to relieve discomfort and to procrastinate.
Troublesome things that remain just below my radar add to the internal “noise”. Clutter and items stuck on my task list for weeks, not to mention my dissatisfaction with my body due to a recent weight gain, are a few examples.
Shopping in a noisy grocery store where people leave their carts in your way is a binge about to happen!