I Am Not Good With Words
I thought I was.
It was the one thing about myself I actually thought was a positive thing.
I would write what I felt was capturing, the best I could, the feelings and thoughts inside me.
Feedback I've got from strangers a couple times now has led me to question my words and thoughts. I once felt a sense of relief when I expressed thoughts. That the pressure would ease ..
I thought at least SOMEONE would understand. I had hoped that being open to loved ones would show that they were utterly trusted. That they would know the special place they held.
The feedback was welcome, dont missunderstand. Knowing how my words were presenting myself was akin to driving along obliviously and glancing into the mirror, only to see the wreckage of things behind. Damage caused by not being aware.
I dont trust myself and my words anymore. I can write words, tell stories or draw portraits but its nowhere near the same as it was.
It was the one thing about myself I actually thought was a positive thing.
I would write what I felt was capturing, the best I could, the feelings and thoughts inside me.
Feedback I've got from strangers a couple times now has led me to question my words and thoughts. I once felt a sense of relief when I expressed thoughts. That the pressure would ease ..
I thought at least SOMEONE would understand. I had hoped that being open to loved ones would show that they were utterly trusted. That they would know the special place they held.
The feedback was welcome, dont missunderstand. Knowing how my words were presenting myself was akin to driving along obliviously and glancing into the mirror, only to see the wreckage of things behind. Damage caused by not being aware.
I dont trust myself and my words anymore. I can write words, tell stories or draw portraits but its nowhere near the same as it was.
