I become overwhelmed with everything that Iâm feeling. I want to get it out of me, off my chest, finally be able to decompress. I want to get it out into the world. I want to feel it leave me so I can be me again and break free.
So I open a document. IÂ open the tumblr post page.Â
I cling to whatever resource I have at my disposal to get this worry, insecurity, everything thatâs bugging me out of me, and out there for the world to see.Â
And then I realize that Iâm shouting into the void. Eventually my screams, cries, and words will bounce off of deaf ears and come right back to me.
And the cycle will start again.Â
So why shout into the void?Â
Why disturb the air and the universe and all of its creations? Iâm just a dot in the universe. My problems are even more minuscule in the grand scheme of things.Â
So I keep quiet. My problems are nothing but whispers, confessions to those I hold closest so they understand why Iâm not me. Even that I regret.Â
Thereâs no reason to shout into the void. Thereâs no reason to waste my precious breath when Iâm drowning, trapped in my own mind. Thereâs no reason to attempt to disrupt the flow of life with mine.Â