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The Power of Talking

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The voice in our minds is the loudest voice we can ever listen too! It's the only voice we hear 24/7. It's the most powerful tool in our minds. That being said why do we mute our external voice? Why do we hold back so much we are bursting to say? Obviously to spare others feelings, and all that jazz but sometimes there are things we are needing to tell someone to help ourselves yet we block it from exiting the place it's building up in. 

The power of talking is incredible, we all have certain parts of our lives we want to keep quiet, we try to forget they ever happened. Maybe it hurt, maybe it's so embarrassing we want to forget all about it. Sometimes though our mind does anything in its power to release the words. Even if it's to one person or merely saying the words out loud in an empty room it's as though our mind is able to take a huge sigh of relief once we say it.

The power of not talking is also incredible. The lengths some people go to just to keep the voice quiet. The avenues they take for an outlet can be damaging, painful and upsetting. Why do we sometimes find it easier to hurt ourselves, for some physically but for most emotionally instead of simply finding the strength to say it out loud? If we think about it that's truly heartbreaking. 

People often think words are just words but the context behind the words is something entirely different. Some of us struggle with that context, we struggle with our own and we struggle with hearing others. I think that stems from not wanting to hurt others with our worries and also not wanting to hurt others who feel comfortable enough to express something important to you. It's a catch 22 isn't it? 

I've been someone who used to keep everything in. I never wanted to bother anyone with what was going on in my head but I've learnt that for me doing that was bad. I've now become an open book, I just can't help it. I can tell when people glaze over but if I'm needing to express something I should feel confident to do so. I would want anyone to feel comfortable talking to me about things knowing they had someone to listen. 



We need each other at the end of the day. 

Love,
Beth xx

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