no words to say

I try to be honest and vulnerable in my writing.  But sometimes I just don’t have anything to say. It’s usually not because I don’t have anything to say but because I am afraid to still myself to listen to what’s inside. If I’m quiet for too long, I get anxious.  I bite my nails.  I distract myself.  

I’ll tell myself to ‘feel.’   And within seconds, I choose instead to medicate.  

It’s not hard for me to come up with something interesting to write.  But in reality, we can all do that.  What’s truly meaningful is when someone can look and listen to what resides deep within themselves and share that with the world. 

It’s not words that have meaning.  It’s the meaning we give to the words.