It is my responsibility to express my feelings respectfully and
honestly. At times so much fear gets in
the way of being able to do this. I resort to making passive aggressive
remarks or nonverbal gestures and facial expressions that end up wounding and
making the situation worse than it needs to be.
Sometimes I rationalize away my feelings or hide them behind busyness,
eating or drinking. However, I end up
paying a toll for this form of expression with physical illness, addiction, and
depression. Certainly my family never
taught me to speak directly; instead I learned it could be dangerous to speak
up. Learning the tools to communicate my
feelings and needs assertively takes time, courage and practice.
Today, I choose to take the risk of direct and honest
expression; reminding myself that I am no longer in my dysfunctional family of origin. I will give myself permission to practice new
behavior and acknowledge my bravery when I do so. I can speak up even about topics that are
hard for me to talk about. I have a
right to choose how and when I express myself.
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