If You Haven’t Got Anything Nice to Say, Then Don’t Say Anything At All
I have just realized something. Something that I think is quite important–for me at least.
It has dawned upon me mostly regarding my asinine behaviour on Twitter so many times, but also on my blog. However, I will give myself (and my blog) some leeway. My blog can serve as slightly more of a platform for me to rant about my life.
I hear all of your voices ringing in my ears, “Wait, PA. No! It’s fine to rant or say whatever you want on Twitter!”
In return, I now say, “Wait, everyone. Please hear me out. Let me illustrate how asinine it is talking about things, when you should remain silent!”
A few days ago, it was my birthday. DO NOT SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Birthdays are not always so good for me. This year’s was quite brutal and left me in a wee ball of PTSD for most of the day and the entire night. I did not want to speak to ANYONE about it. The simplest of many reasons, is that I did not wish to burst out into more tears than had already been shed.
I could have hopped onto Twitter and mentioned it, how upset I was, but WHY??? I already didn’t want to talk to a single soul! Mentioning it would have been absolutely counterintuitive and counterproductive!
And thus ends my “lesson” if you will.
Sometimes I should be quiet and just keep things to myself. Most definitely if they are extremely personal and incredibly painful. These types of issues, these ones that only I can work through to somehow try and get out of a labyrinth of hell!
Freely and openly talking about them has a strong capacity to make things worse. The best I can hope for is to talk to someone I deeply trust and can understand (a lot of hope in finding that!)
At least I don’t have to hope too hard regarding my extremely understanding Therapist. However, Therapists aren’t on call 24/7 to be there when you’re in crisis.
PA, over and out.