Never fitting in
A square peg in a round hole
Wishing someone cared
Never fitting in
A square peg in a round hole
Wishing someone cared
She’d been holding back her tears again
For so long
In the past, a good cry always got everything back on track
Well except for that one time when she started crying and couldn’t stop
She got help, she got better, she was stronger
Stronger meant she didn’t feel anything
Until today
She made it to her car before the flood gates opened
Tears stinging her eyes, vision blurred
Trying to process what happened
All the horrible angry mean things she wanted to say
They had hurt her
Oh how easy it would be for her to simply disappear
As always, more to come
In a world where you can be anything, be KIND! ~ Unknown
Some folks may equate being kind with being a doormat or a weakling. Those are not the same things … or they do not have to be. Every fool thought I have does not need to pop out of my mouth. Especially when those fool thoughts are mean. I am the worst y’all. You’ve no idea. As a protective coping mechanism, my tongue can be razor-sharp.
As I work in progress, I am learning to let some things go. I know I have changed. I am better today than I was yesterday. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll slip. Then the next day, forward. One trick that works for me (when I remember) is asking myself:
I call it the 1-2-3 kindness method. Not original I know. Some hybrid pieced together CBT. Here are my asnwers:
And then I hold my tongue. Try it, see how this method works for you.
As always, more to come.
This post was written as part of Blogging From A to Z April (2018) Challenge.
Numero Once.