Every time I spoke up about what hurt me, I somehow became the problem for refusing to stay silent. It’s strange how quickly people call you difficult when your honesty disrupts the comfort they found in your silence. They were comfortable with the version of me who swallowed her feelings, kept the peace and asked for nothing. But I’d rather be misunderstood for telling the truth than loved because I learned to stay quiet. If expressing how I feel makes me the villain, then maybe they never wanted to understand me, they only wanted me to remain silent enough for them to stay comfortable.
Apenas vamos por miércoles y yo ya pasé por todo el rango de emociones humanas: felicidad, ansiedad, tristeza, rabia, esperanza, decepción y hasta ganas de desaparecer del mapa. Esta semana vino con el paquete completo.