Keeping My Walls Up

There is a wall in my life. I let very few people in and I get less information from myself. I feel like I protect myself after hiding on this wall. I noticed that this wall hindered my further development, but this is not necessarily my choice. What happened in my life, it was today. A series of experiences, mainly caused by my homosexuality, separated me from others.

Oh, I hate that word. I am proud of my walls as I am afraid of becoming vulnerable. This is because vulnerability is your tolerance to the people, places and circumstances around you. The more vulnerable it is, the easier it will be for those people, places, and situations to affect your impact. For example, during a trip to Australia, I fell in love. Surprisingly. I had no intention of staying in this country for a long time, I was expecting to land, enjoy the year of enjoyment, and bring it home. But when things happened, it felt like I fell down. But, am I really? No one can rely on what happens when you enter the new city alone without doing your job. You will stick to every little relationship, courtship, speech, and near-mind events. They are your reasons. Basically they are your only ones

I recently hit the wall. Due to my new job schedule, keep up with the house, going to work now and all my other duties, writing has been removed from the list of things I have to do. I still read greedily, and what I absorbed was like oxygen in my brain. I wrote many papers for undergraduates in my college days and wrote many articles on the online platform. Writing is my job. Until recently. Why do so many people keep writing? This is the most necessary moment in my life. I need to ventilate. I need to write down my feelings and emotions of my life to overcome my busy life, but I abandoned it. I ran as I wrote next to the road. Why did this overlook me?