Keep on keeping on

This is harder than I thought. I think of myself as a positive person but this need to write about the things that molded me brings up dark memories. Writing means remembering things that are sometimes best left forgotten. But I hope it helps me find balance.

I am actually hoping for some feedback from people like me. Introverts. Empaths. I am sensitive to certain things. But I hesitate to share because I have been keeping secrets for years. Like most introverts I have difficulty putting into words how I feel. I don’t need validation but I don’t want to go through life always trying to make others understand what I can’t find words to describe.

I need to do this for therapy. I also think it might help people who allow themselves to remain victims due to low self esteem. There is inside of all of us a desire to be respected and loved. My story is for those people who truly believe they don’t deserve better.

I want to help you understand that you do.