Unsent Letters #4: It Hurts

It hurts when you criticise, criticise and criticise. When you think your helping through your corrections. When you assume you know the meaning behind my actions, my feelings. It hurts.

I know you don’t realise, but when i go quiet, it’s because what you have just said hurts me and I’m trying not to break down. It hurts even more when what you say is something that you yourself do as well. I don’t want to point fingers, but what I've been taught is to look at yourself before you analyse anyone else.

It hurts. It hurts it hurts each and every time. It’s not that I don’t take criticism, but when it’s dished out so frequently, I simply can’t deal with it. Did you ever think that you criticise once then allow the person to decide what course of action they are going to take? At the end of the day it’s my life. I have a fully functioning brain. I hear you but let me make my mistakes and learn. Let me not to synthetically change but truly change for the better. And sometimes I’ll decide not to change because what you’re picking on isn’t damaging and is a part of who I am. And one thing I will never do is change the essence of who I am. Remember we are all different and have flaw, but those little flaws are what make us who we are.

I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139:14

Ellah xx