What Doesn’t Kill Us, Makes Us Better

I’ve learned the hard way that talking helps. Up until recently my life experiences have conspired to make me believe that it’s always better to keep one’s hand of cards close to one’s chest, rather than put them out on the table. But if one year in a foreign country like Japan has taught me anything, it’s that it’s okay to make yourself vulnerable. We get so caught up in projecting this… certain image to others. A strong image, an infallible image. But then where does the humanity go? I imagine that if you don’t let some vulnerability out, it starts to pool up within, until you’re this incredibly unbalanced person with an impenetrable exterior of steel and a mess of neuroses on the inside.