I Share Too Much
Another personal piece. Now, everyone knows all of my traumas and worst nightmares. Just kidding. Trust me, I’m happy, more than happy even, to overshare my private experience here, publicly.
Those moments I don’t talk about the most. Those fragments of memory that I do not feel free to share with my surroundings.
But, why?
Simply because I long to seek and reach those people with the same story, the same fear of not being heard or understood.
People who don’t talk, but silently cry, screaming in their locked bedroom, or public restroom; school, workplace, why not?
People who need to cover up their eye bags with lots of foundation and concealer. People who need to wipe their tears in darkness or those who need to wait for the rain to come, to cry, thinking “The only thing they’re going to notice is the raindrops streaming down on my face, not the tears that I shed”.
The people with empty Instagram Feeds, do not do Livestream on their personal accounts, or may currently deactivate all of their social media. No, not because they don’t have nice pictures to post or stories to share with. But, they get used to being belittled, bullied or worse, harassed just because they post some pictures of themselves.
I want to listen, to feel, to talk with those people.
I am here for you.
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If you have things that you hid because you didn’t have a safe place to go, now you have one.
E-mail me here or slide into my DM here.
Inked with love,
Nab
