My Silence

I’ve been thinking about when I was a kid, and a family friend would take me every summer to campmeeting with her. I was a silent, shy type even then and she never let that bother her. I never felt pressured or anxious for not having anything to say or being to say anything.

I then started to think how as I grew up I noticed that people are uncomfortable to my silence. If someone doesn’t speak it makes people uncomfortable. There is the pressure now to say something and for me that just causes more anxiety for me. Also it just makes me blank out even more.

Anyways, I’ve been having anxiety spells a lot this past week. And insomnia is a killer.




I am not sharing pictures since I’d have to go closer than I’d like to get. I don’t know what the mama would do. I was surprised though when I saw them. I seriously had started to think there wouldn’t be. Just thought to share.

That be all.