Perhaps if I didn’t act calm constantly I wouldn’t have such large bursts of overreaction to such small things.
The inside of my mind is a minefield of proportions so massive it would put a war battleground to shame.
Had I the capability to present my immediate feelings on matters that bother me, maybe I would have better control during moments of high emotion.
Insecurities and moments of feeling as thought your ideas are not valid take their toll on you, regardless of who you are.
The difficulty with expression of thought is the fear that nobody is listening. And with that, comes the fear that nobody cares.
Thinking that nobody cares what you think is one thing, but believing it is another, because when you believe that no one cares what you think,
you start to feel as though no one cares about you at all.
Keeping your thoughts to yourself leads to a build-up of unanswered questions and responses and frustrations that all rush back to you in moments of silence.
It leads to struggling to speak amongst groups of people. It leads to thinking that your own thoughts are irrelevant.
Admittedly, in recent times, I’ve gotten better. I am no longer as afraid as I once was of being myself. It still scares me, mind. I’m trying my best. I’m improving as quickly as I can.
It may be at a snail’s pace, but it’s still an improvement. It’s tough. It’s always been tough. It’s always going to be tough. But baby steps are important.
Without them, we never learn how to walk.