Ya know that moment when you put yourself out there and you are immediately grateful for getting it off your chest and simultaneously regret it because you’ve brought attention to yourself?
Yeah, me to. I just had one of those on Friday.
I wrote about my son’s current (hopefully) temporary condition. Then I shared it on facebook. Then I might have regretted it a bit. All of a sudden I felt very exposed. And like I had exposed my child. In general, I’m not a sharer in person. I have a hard time talking about things that are meaningful and difficult. I like to squash everything down and pretend it doesn’t exist. I told a friend recently that I think that if I don’t talk about something, don’t put it into words, then it won’t be true and it will go away.
That’s obviously not true.
Luckily everyone was supportive and sent sweet notes to me (I shouldn’t have been surprised…my friends and family are awesome). This is just a healthy reminder for me that I am not an island (right Husband?), and that it’s ok to confide in people (even if the actual definition of confide doesn’t necessarily mean to write it all down and post it on the internet). In some ways it is like a certain weight is lifted off my shoulders (so cliche). Another way to say that is what Husband says – problems can get really big in your head, but once you put words to the thoughts in your head and express your concerns the problems don’t seem so big anymore. They don’t seem insurmountable. They are handle-able (definitely a word).
weight on his shoulders (how cliche can I get?)