I’m one of those people who tend to smile and tell everyone that everything is going to be alright, even if I’m not sure it will be. I love cheering people up and making them laugh. I don’t like to burden others with my own problems because I don’t want people to worry about me. I keep everything that is bothering me all bottled up until I can’t take it anymore and then I let go for a moment, but just a moment. I usually get up, brush myself off, and keep going.
See, it’s not that I’m afraid of expressing myself, since anyone who knows me knows that I frequently speak my mind. Over the past few years, more often than not, I’ve kept my raw emotions about my own life to myself and only shared them with a few people that I trust. Because of this, I feel like I’ve deprived myself of things in my life because I was afraid of letting go. Why? Well, mostly because my harshest critic is myself. I don’t like people to see me weak.