Thought dump...

I’ve been trying to write about my authentic self, quieting social life and lack of blogging for several weeks…but where do I begin?

I feel stuck. 

I want to ask for help but I don’t know how. 

No.  I know how, I just lack initiative even though I’m curious and needy. 

I listen more than I talk.

I have a low soft voice so I’m unheard. 

I’ve kept things to myself for years. 

So I write.  It’s always been a powerful way of voicing myself even though no one has to read it.  It hardly felt forced until recently; my thoughts have just been bottling. 

I struggle with not knowing how to love myself. 

I have a lot to give but I’m unsure if I’m giving for the right reasons.

You are what you love and not what or who loves you…

My escape has been through my newly found passion for travel.  I think about running away all too often, unsure what it would really resolve. 

I came home with a different perspective but my surroundings remained the same.

Quietude and self help have diminished my social life.

No.  I’m just not social to begin with.

I stopped trying to be social; shame on me.

I can be more social but communicate nothing.

Why?

The ego? 

Being social is conditional. 

You aren't as important to others as you'd think.

Just accept yourself.