Sometimes I wonder, if I hadn’t said anything, would anybody know my pain? Or would they dismiss that constant expression on my face as my regular expression, taking comfort in the fact that they deemed everything to be alright?
What if I had never spoken at all? Would I be consumed by my past, looking for closure in thinking that if I had spoken things may have changed? Maybe I would have eaten myself alive and crumbled at every minor obstacle that thus far I’ve somehow completed.
My confidence may not be so high and my burning desire to progress and provide for myself could possibly be non-existent. My attitude towards other’s attitudes towards me may be different, causing me to collapse at every unkind word spoken against me.
Either way, I suppose I can look back and believe I did all I could in a situation out of my control, to try and help myself. Though now it’s different. I will do all I can to help myself, in a situation that’s in my control.
Oh how the tables turn.