When my younger sister was born, I immediately knew that I couldn’t be close to my parents as much as before. I knew all the attention would be given to her. I knew I couldn’t open up about my struggles as I used to — I learned at a young age that I’m the only one who can help myself through tough times.
Since then I’ve always kept everything to myself. Whether it’s my problems, struggles, or fears. I never talked about it with anyone simply because I was afraid I would be a huge burden.
When I started to have a few friends in my teenage years, I found the joy of talking and opening up. Slowly, I started to share everything. The words I never get to say. The trauma I never get to heal. The problems I never get to solve.
It was the joy of letting every feeling out. It was the joy of knowing someone was listening.
Then, They started to spread every ounce of my being. They started talking about my problems and judging me for it.
“I overshared again” I thought.
Why do we tend to overshare? Why do we need to talk endlessly about things?
It’s because we need to let it out to move on. Keeping it to ourselves would just add more pain and suffering. We all have feelings, and not talking about them would cause us imprisonment from the world.
I wish we could all find the courage to talk about the things we want to talk about. I wish we could all find someone who would genuinely listen to our long stories without the fear of judgment. I wish we could all have the freedom to know that oversharing isn’t real; we just simply want to talk.
I hope you find peace and healing within yourself. I hope you heal from the things you don’t talk about. I hope you know that there are so many people who would want to listen to you.
Be free.
-A.L ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚
