Omission…
Everyone can be guilty of omitting things, even writers.
But I’m not talking about my writing life. Here, I feel more free to speak my mind. And I know many of you can relate.
I’m referring to my life away from the keyboard. The one that doesn’t have these platforms as a barrier to protect our hearts and souls.
Why is Omission an Issue For Me?
Oh, that’s easy: childhood trauma.
For much of my early years (4–8 years old), I was in foster care for events that I hope will never happen to you or your kids.
And while being in a foster home wasn’t nearly as awful for me as it is for many others in my situation, it stuck a giant dose of trust issues into me.
Which I’ve carried into my twenties.
Often, I was scolded for speaking my mind or being myself, so I learned to hide aspects of myself from others, including how I was feeling at any given moment.
And despite the work I’ve done on myself to improve this, I still tend not to share how I’m actually feeling. It’s instinctual at this point, which isn’t helpful anymore.
