For me, it’s both. It’s a curse because there is no greater anguish than having something in your heart you know is worth saying, and literally not being able to say it. It’s also the worst when you know what you’re talking about but because you strutter, others assume you don’t. It’s a blessing because being forced into silence teaches you to listen what is said between the words. You also learn to find other way to express yourself outside of language. For me, it was dance.