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Miscommunication Pushed Me to a Breaking Point
Not everything can be validated by others, especially when we see and feel things others do not.
I was trying to get him to understand. I empathized with his point of view but wanted to maintain my boundaries. Still, he didn’t get it. This conversation was going all wrong. My thoughts were valid, my words aimed to help the situation, but the emotion in my voice said something entirely different.
This misunderstanding, another miscommunication was too much for me. I snapped. The tears started pouring down my cheeks, and before I could control it, my body began shaking. Now I wasn’t even thinking about him, and our conversation seemed irrelevant. I was crying over all the times I’d felt misunderstood, unheard and ignored.
The frustration poured out from a deep place inside of me. Like a volcanic eruption, I knew something eventually would be created from the outburst, but at that moment, it felt heated and even scary. I was crying for the little girl within me who was never allowed to speak up. Who was silenced and convinced she was wrong; who was left feeling guilty for opening her mouth in the first place. I grew up around some loud voices, and it wasn’t until these moments of tears I realized how silenced I had always felt and how much that hurt.
