Choose Your Words Wisely – An Open Letter To A Friend

Choose Your Words Wisely – An Open Letter To A Friend

Pen and Paper

Your words cut me to the core.

I thought I was strong, or at least stronger than crying in my pillow over words. Written words at that.

You didn’t even say them out loud to me.

It’s amazing how one e-mail can hold the weight of the World.

So many times I’ve been hurt by others but I’ve never considered you one of the “others”. Until last night.

I don’t think you realize that you walk around like life is great and nothing bad ever happens to you. With your condescending tone that you say is a “Joke dear!”

I’ve known you long enough to know when you are joking and when you aren’t and you are far from joking a lot of the time.

I offered you last night an escape route from  your ridiculous behavior by suggesting that maybe you have something going on in your heart, your mind and that’s why you aren’t yourself.

I’ve been given that opportunity more times than I can count. I take it. Not right away though. I usually think about what a person is saying when they propose there may be an underlying cause to my actions.

You however chose in your immature thinking infinite wisdom to lash back at me.

I don’t normally cry over such things because I’ve been called worse than “psychotic” and certainly worse when I haven’t even been acting in such an endearing way.

The things is, when someone suffers from depression there are two things to remember:

  1. Depression doesn’t give anyone the right to behave like an asshole.
  2. Depression doesn’t give anyone the right to treat someone like an asshole.

I’ve learned to reach out over the years when something is bothering me. Not bottle it up until it explodes like a shaken bottle of soda.

Expectations are resentments on lay-away

Wise words once given to me by my dad.

Use your words wisely next time you choose to express yourself.

You never know who’s soul you are suffocating with your tongue.

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