communication

I used to believe that there are parts of you that the world will never see. I think this is still technically true, but it doesn’t have to be. All those years ago, I also believed it was almost impossible to be truly understood by another person. This I also think doesn’t have to be true for everyone forever.

What I believe now is that I spent a large part of my life being not the greatest communicator when it comes to the important stuff. The scary vulnerable stuff. I’ve tried a lot of different things to separate the ye vulnerable stuff from that innermost self as a way to share the parts I want without the ones I don’t. If you at all are thinking the same, I’d give up on doing trying that.

Instead, I work a little harder to be express myself. In both the easy and hard times. It’s as scary as I thought it might be. But gratifying in equal parts. The better I get at finding the words for myself, the easier it is to be understood. Sometimes you have to meet people halfway.

I haven’t lived with my siblings for years now. And I seriously doubt they still need me checking in on them while they sleep. I should tell them about it someday.