I don’t like writing sad posts. I delete most of them without ever posting. I was reading a post by Abby and it reminded me that I hate sympathy. I can’t stand the thought of someone feeling sorry for me. It means failure to me. It means that I was weak and had a pity party. Oh sure, everyone needs a pity party every now and then. I just like to party alone. I don’t like talking about my issues. People look at you different when they know. There is sympathy in their eyes. They will act guarded in your presence. They may even change their actions or behavior so as not to “trigger” you.
I’m a big girl. I have on my big girl panties and I can overcome anything.