Labels for Life

...and the meanings we attach to them.

Early in my life I was labeled an “introvert.” At the time, I didn’t even know what that really meant. I was extremely shy with high anxiety. And when I asked around to find out what an “introvert” was - somehow, I walked away with it meaning that I don’t like people - not a people person. And what I was unable to articulate at the time, it hurt me deeply. Everything else about introvert fit - extremely shy wallflower who can’t function in crowds or around strangers or high stress situations and quiet / doesn’t talk much. So, I guess I don’t like people. But deep down I always carried with me how wrong that truly was because I cared…. deeply. I was screaming inside for someone to get to know me enough to find that out. But until then, I created a thick shell around me and I lived, emotionally, as a turtle.

For the people I allowed in my circles, they can tell you that I care & how much. They can also tell you I am NOT quiet once you get to know me - especially if you get me talkin…