That’s what this feels like. I’ve conciously and unconciously kept myself from the urge to speak out for a few years, for both good and questionable reasons. To let something fly out of my mouth is often the cause of shame and embarrassment a short time later. To say nothing equals problem solved. But to say nothing means no gains. No friendship, no apology, no discussion, no answers.
Perhaps the most tempting is no effort. It’s easier not to talk. But the consequences catch up with you, and soon you realise you miss communication that heals your soul and makes you look forward to next time.
So, here’s to learning to speak out.