Do you find it hard to express yourself?

I spent years terrified of expressing the truest part of who am I. I used to tell people that if I attended a party, I could easily walk to the nearest corner of the room, put my nose in the corner and I would feel the safe and happy until the party was over. I often offered my service in the name of hospitality (I could stand at the sink for hours washing dirty dishes) all because I feared expressing myself to the people in the room.

Although, I expressed that I was happy enough to stand in the corner because it would feel safe to my trembling heart, I wasn’t happy. I was lonely and sad. Often, I was desiring to escape the room because what I really wanted to do was to participate; laugh and enjoy the what I observed…