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“to speak or to die?” “to write and to live.”
a little more of One Cup of Tea 🍵
Hey, my loves. ❤︎
First of all, I just want to preface by thanking you — each and all of you — who read my articles, left a beautiful comment, shared a piece of my writing and helped me build this into something real.
There are now more than 50,000 of you here, reading my work. I still struggle to comprehend this sometimes, and I’m beyond grateful.
When I first started writing, I wasn’t really thinking about an audience. I was simply trying to find a way to say things I had spent years keeping to myself.
I have always been someone who keeps her heart close. Not even my best friends know about what’s happening inside my head. I guess perhaps all the experience of being emotionally neglected has shaped me into someone who thinks it is best if I just swallow my words and digest the discomfort of doing so.
So for a long, long time, I couldn’t communicate myself to anyone.
I got so used to erasing my voice and restraining myself from expression that I became almost disconnected from my inner world. I could sense the unacknowledged emotions bottling up inside me, yet I couldn’t find a way to release them.
