Words

As a writer, words are the up most importance to me. Without words, I cannot create stories that I hope people enjoy. But even more, words are important to me. Not the writer me but the human me.

My words, sadly, have often been ignored. As a child, I was never listened to by my parents and this continued to happen as I entered adulthood. My brother and I could say the exact same thing but my words were ignored. 

Even now, my words are too often ignored. I'm not saying that what I have to say is so important, but it would be nice to be acknowledged.

Earlier this week, I was attacked for my words. They were called rubbish. What I wrote was my own opinion and it was trashed. I felt low. Actually, I felt even lower as my mood is at its worst right now.

Then I requested not to hear some information and was ignored. It was like a slap to my face. I can only ask this - why aren't my words respected? Why am I not respected? Why am I ignored? What is wrong with me?

I heard hurtful words from my father growing up and my words were often ignored by my mother. I receive no words from my only family right now and if I express my pain or depression on Twitter, most of the time I'm ignored. I'm not trying to be overly dramatic like some individuals; I'm trying to reach out because I am in pain or struggling with my depression. But too often, I receive no words. (Yes, I know, people are busy and have their own lives.)

I understand that some people may not know what to say. Some people just don't want to deal with me and my issues. This is sad because I take my Twitter friendships seriously because they are my only friends. Maybe I am naive, as I was called this week. 

I have written personal words that have been ignored which has hurt. I haven't gotten over that and I don't know if I ever will. I try not to think about it but when I'm low, I think about it often.

Words are powerful, both when said and not said. I wish more people would understand that.

Dana