I took a week away from all forms of social media to try to reorient my head and heart. I hopped back onto the social media train with a silly update regarding One Direction, feeling better and more grounded. And then, as it turns out, something happened today that could also be lumped into that bucket of stuff that hurts.
I hate it. Feeling this way. Feeling less than. Feeling excluded, not enough. Feeling that, when I've been honest, it is not appreciated, it's disregarded, it's a delineation that allows me to be pushed aside.
Maybe I should ignore it - push it away and rely on the people that I know I can rely on. But that's hard for a million reasons. A million and one reasons. It's hard because often it's not just my feelings that are impacted. Maybe I'm holding this inside to keep it away from someone I love. Maybe I hold it away to keep someone safe.
But, try as I may, I don't know how to not let it impact me.
I don't know how to shelve it without perhaps turning my heart off. And the fact is that, historically, I'm bad at that. I can't do it well, this idea of turning my heart off, of turning the volume down.
I am strong. I know that. Everyone in my life knows that. And I can push through, keep my true feelings locked away when it behooves me. But that doesn't mean I'm not noticing things. Or that I don't care.
Mostly it means I feel as though it wouldn't matter if I let you know that something was in fact bothering me. So, there's no use in making myself vulnerable before you.
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I just needed to get that out "on paper."
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