Just a quick note as something was weighing heavily on my mind, something that got me quite down today, in fact. But, I say to myself, I’m NOT going to let those nasty ol’ words someone stooped low enough to say to me today bother me anymore. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will NEVER hurt me. They are just words…..even if they were uttered by a family member. Oops, so the truth snuck out….or part of the truth. Can’t elaborate any further. Hey, I have no fear of saying this on the Internet. It’s not like that person ever paid any attention to my blog, or cared about what I had to say in the least. Everytime I talk, this person’s attention would clearly drift to la la land. Always wanting and needing the spotlight. Always boasting about their accomplishments, while poking fun at the fact that I still have trouble verbalizing what the heck I do at work everyday. Always expecting everyone else to cater to them, but when someone else like me needs something, they couldn’t run away faster. In fact, that’s why they live as far away as they do.
The spiteful words this person uttered to me makes me wonder how in the world I can be related to them. I’ve come this far in life, I do not intend to allow these words drag me back to my miserable teenage years, struggling to cope with school and my family life. I almost did, hiding beneath my covers in tears. But then, I realized I couldn’t be this way. I couldn’t be like I was in high school, hiding away in my bedroom for hours at a time. I now have a family (something this person probably will never have because they still desperately need to be catered to themselves and are so incredibly self-absorbed). It was my daughter’s “Mommy, can you come downstairs to play with me?” that snapped me back to reality. I needed to get a grip. I then realized that, if I survived postpartum depression, I should be able to survive most anything.
Words have the power to cripple, but only as far as you’ll let them!