Waiting had become a part of me. Whenever I disliked or disagreed with something, I told myself it was better to talk about it “tomorrow.” But when tomorrow arrived, every small detail became an excuse to postpone the conversation again. Suddenly, I became an expert at ignoring my feelings, diminishing my reasons, and omitting the evidence.
I realised that “tomorrow” would never come because I was so creative at making excuses. But these excuses didn’t eliminate my discomfort; on the contrary, my emotions intensified. My window of tolerance became smaller and smaller.
When I finally decided to speak out, I could find neither the right words nor the mental balance to express my feelings. I was an explosion of emotions—a direct result of my own delay—because I had convinced myself that one day I would simply be able to accept it.
That is why, even if I could talk tomorrow, I no longer want to. I am trying to respect my own time; as soon as I feel it, it is time enough to discuss it.
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I agreed