Silence is not always Golden

I’ve been pretty quiet the last week. I’ve been reading how many others have been as well. Since the end of February Photofest the creativity has been on hold. The words just don’t want to flow, even my words seem to stumble out of my mouth.

This makes it so very hard to be his Domme. He is so much more deserving than what I am doling out right now. He understands my stress and anxiety better than I do. I’m regressing and finding myself more in a submissive mindset than the dominant one I wanted so badly.

Something shifted, I feel it deep down, and not just with me. I keep reading it over and over. I wish I could put a name to it, so I could figure out how to fix it. It’s breaking my heart seeing how many people just don’t feel whole or needed.

So instead of wallowing in the sadness, I’m going to break this silence. Please reach out to me if you want someone to talk to, or someone to just listen. I may not have any answers but I can listen quite well. I am not a doctor, nor will I ever be. I’m just a person with maybe some common interests that won’t judge anything you say.

As Dylan Thomas once said, “Do not go gentle into that good night… rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

Sunset

(Photo courtesy of google images)
4 thoughts on “Silence is not always Golden
  1. Love is such a fickle word; It rolls off the tongue too easily. We love everything: food, activities, art, movies, music. That leaves a lot of noise between all these things that I love, and the love I have for you.

    I love you. You are more than enough Domme for me.

  2. Thank you for this post. I’m sorry that I haven’t been around much to comment on posts. I did note that you had been rather dynamic in your entries and I had planned to catch up on them when I get back to feeling more normal.

    Don’t be afraid to lean on him as needed. I believe that he doesn’t mind giving support until the moods turn upwards again.

    Take care.

    1. Thank you very much Fur! You are right, he doesn’t mind and I adore him for it.
      Take care of yourself.

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