I have spent far too many years biting my tongue, holding things in, keeping my true thoughts to myself, in an effort to keep others happy. I have been far too lenient, shrugged my shoulders and pretended that I didn’t care, when all of the time, I was screaming inside, hiding hurt and pain and disappointment, because I didn’t want to ruffle feathers. I didn’t want to upset anyone, yet I allowed them to hurt me.
When I look back, I picture all of the events in my life that may have panned out differently if I had spoken up. That may have worked in my favour if I hadn’t kept my true feelings to myself. Instead of speaking up and laying down boundaries from the off, I quietly seethed away inside while putting on a brave face, and lost out every time. I am still working on this. I am a work in progress. Maybe I always will be.