Talking about it helps…. I know, not exactly a new concept…we all know this is the case. And anyone who knows me would most likely tell you that I have ZERO trouble with this concept, I talk hard and fast. I am, generally speaking, a sharer. When I am down, the first thing I want to do is talk to someone…or at least, that’s what the perception is.
The reality is, when I am feeling really down, sometimes it takes me a while to share my thinking. I worry that people are going to get sick of me “whinging”. I fear that I might share something that I wish I hadn’t later. I don’t want to be pitied, I want to appear strong and capable. And sometimes, I don’t talk because I can’t figure out how to articulate what I want to say, my mind is just a whirlwind of feelings, ideas and thoughts and I can’t seem to harness what my point is. So why share that??? Sometimes I am rushing around too much and failed to make the time for simple chatting, then when I do…it comes pouring out like an avalanche (my mum is often subject to these types of outpourings)
But there is no doubt, that when I finally find the time and space to sit down and have a good hearty chin wag with someone…I inevitably feel better. Pretty much always
And writing can help sometimes too. I’m not religious at all about writing a journal, I wish I was much better, especially because my memory is terrible and I don’t want to be old and can’t remember anything about my life. Sometimes I write my journal like I’m expecting someone to read it, jotting down memories and ideas. Sometimes I write but hope that no one ever reads it. But getting the rumbling thoughts out onto paper helps to put them in some kind of order and allows my brain to settle into them.
Either way. Better out than in.
Things always seem so much more enormous when you are tackling them on your own, in the inner workings of your own mind. Another perspective can make all the difference, or just simply freeing your own thoughts from inside is enough to stop them ruminating and smothering you.
So…just a reminder (probably more to myself than to you)…don’t forget to create opportunities for cups of tea and real chats.