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I Prefer To Suffer In Silence, And I Think That’s Okay
“No man is an island.”
My mother
I am a very private person. I do not divulge information about my personal life unless I’m asked or when I feel completely safe to do so, which is rare. And even when trusted family and friends are genuinely concerned about my well-being and what’s going on in my life I am still hesitant to be vulnerable.
Maybe it’s because the secrets and general information that protects my true self from being exposed makes me feel like a powerful bitch?
Maybe it’s because I am more sensitive about the judgement, comments, and scrutiny about certain aspects of my life than I care to admit?
Perhaps I can’t come around to the fact that I am not the only person on planet earth that’s capable of comforting my weary soul when I need it?
Either way, I fucking hate talking.
While I am a little more comfortable speaking with my female friends, there are certain topics that are completely off limits for me to discuss with men. In my prior relationships I was convinced that I should place an emotional wall between me and my significant other. While this wall protected me from being embarrassed it left my partners confused and frustrated, resulting in diminished intimacy and emotional…