2006
2007
“It’s amazing how many therapists I have in my life. From the person telling me what the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society means to me to the person telling my what my sirsy coping mechanism is (was). 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 experts on all things me?” I ask the questions but really all I want to say is this, “don’t read me!” I am placing too much importance on the expectations of others. What I hear is this: You am becoming too involved. You need to stop this. You need to let this go. You need to stop being a crutch for this person. So you say. And Say. Well, you have 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 emotion is an overwhelming banquet too much for them digest? No. My trouble is this: I have a wealth of passion and it comes across as too involved, too this, too that. Worse, I open my mouth and let it all out. Let it all be known. Do I bother you? Apparently so because you need to tell me what to think, what to feel, how to be. I let people into the reality of my heart and they think “overload.” They don’t know me well enough to let me rant and settle my own self down. It’s not enough to say don’t read me. I need to close the book. End of Story. The End.”
It’s a year later. I’m a tree fallen. Cathedral solemn. Silenced and silent. Secrets in my pocket. It’s a better way to be.
~*LunaSea*~ 
Your passion is something I relate to dear friend. Be your beautiful and passionate you. They do need to let you be you…we all need to rant and ramble. Do not feel sorry for them unless it is for their inabilty to feel the depth that you do.
When I find that people are reading into things, it seems to me that it often reveals more about the person doing the reading than it does about the writer. Maybe I’m not the only one who thinks that way …
I am so lucky to have such wise friends! I hear you both and cherish your words. Thank you!