February 11, 2013

I've realized that when I express my frustration/anger/concerns/negativity/overwhelmedness/complaints/what have you to someone else, I will feel heard and understood and empathized with, but it comes at a huge cost: the black moths of discontent embedded in me flutter from my chest and over to lodge themselves inside my listener . . . and there is still a limit to my happiness when the people that matter most to me are then unhappy because they've offered to share my unhappiness.