Ok, finally got around to changing the introduction text. But as you can see, I'm too sianz to write a proper one, so am going to blabber on in hopes that you will get an idea of what sort of person I am by guessing. Yeah, the format of this blog is crap. I haven't got around to fixing it. Later lah.. Much later...
I know I get highly irritable and defensive when I get pushed to talk about things that are bothering me.
I don't talk about my feelings because I don't like them.
It feels impossible to talk about them when things are still so suffocatingly present. I can't speak not because I don't want to but because everything is so heavy, so there, so restricting, so choking. I can't think to speak.
If I had the words I would say it. But I don't. So I can't say it. It's not easy talking about painful things when you're living it. When the pain stings like barbs in your brain just thinking about it, you don't want the extra pain of scratching them out through your throat to string out some unsatisfactory words that will not ease the heart.
