I still won’t put my face up properly, such is the challenge of being okay to publish myself, but I am now pushing myself to get the best out of myself, rather than bringing myself down.
I’m sure others can relate to this, living in an extroverted ego-led world, the fake smile, public front – it just seems so in denial of a deeper search most introverts prefer to be on, one that leads to integrity, inspiration, and a true sense of self.
I’ve always had a way with words. I write how I think. Fast, often long, and without too much filter. Yet, to speak these words to a group of strangers would require the shielding of the child within as priority over the need for attention or validation from the external.
