Thanks for telling me
Note: This post is about a burnout experience I had in the last couple weeks, which inspired this attempt at ripping off Hyperbole and a Half.
Recently I wasn't feeling so great.
I couldn't point the finger at anything in particular, but something was nagging at me. Lingering. Like a storm cloud that insists on raining on me wherever I go.
(You know I'm in a dark place when I'm quoting Joy Division.)
I have a habit of holding things in and bottling them up.
I often don't realize I'm doing it until my mood's in the dumps.
Sometimes you just have to deal with whatever's getting at you. You can't fall apart over every little thing.
But if you're lucky to have someone you can trust with your feelings, then you should open up and let them help when they offer.
It's not on that other person to fix your problem. And sometimes simply listening is the best thing they can do for you.
So many of us get upset when we feel as if people don't open up to us. As if they won't they let their guards down and let us in to the real them.
That's why our reaction to unflattering conversations is key.
Life is best when it's shared with others.
