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Don’t Read Me

It’s amazing how many therapists I have in my life. From the person telling me what LLS means to me… to the person telling me what my sirsy coping mechanism is. From the person telling me how to run…to the person telling me where my heart is and (of all things) who my friends are. I have to ask myself, “Self, where are these people coming from and why do they feel the need to tell me these things? Since when did they become the expert on all things me?” I ask the questions but really all I want to say is, “don’t read me!” I am placing too much importance on the expectations of others, I’m becoming too involved, I need to stop this, I need to do that, I need to let this go, I need to stop being a crutch for that person…You’ve got it all wrong so please, don’t read me.
Should I be offended that people are telling me how to feel? Should I feel sorry for them because my serving of emotions is an overwhelming banquet, too much for them to handle? No, my trouble is this: I have a wealth of passion and it comes across as too much. I let people into the reality of my heart and they think overload. They don’t know me well enough, so it’s not enough to say, “don’t read me.” I need to close the book. End of story.