I generally dislike telling anyone about how I feel.
Because suddenly it becomes not about the fact that I’m dealing with all of these emotions, but why. In an instant, it turns to judgement and skepticism. “What do you have to be sad about?” “What’s wrong with you?” “How bad could your life be?” No one will ever understand. So I don’t dare answer any of those questions. I don’t tell anyone about my deepest traumas. It’s not worth it. Because regardless of what they claim, no one’s ever there to listen.
