I have! I don’t feel like talking right NOW! I’m not overwhelmed. I’m not stressed out, none of those extremely exhausted “WO’-OUT” feelings. I’m tired, but it’s just regular old everyday tired. I can live with that.
I just don’t feel like talking. Have you ever felt like “NOT” talking? What do you do about it?
Nobody is obligated to be 'on' all the time; to talk when they're tired or to put on a happy face when they're sad. When I don't want to talk on the phone (which is the usual for me), I let the calls go to voice mail, and call the person back when I'm in the mood to talk.
Self care includes doing things for ourselves, not just bending over backwards for others b/c they want us to, you know?
Good luck having a nice, quiet evening where you don't have to talk if you don't want to! :)
I used to feel like I needed to cover up silent uncomfortable moments with chit chat but not anymore. My family wonders sometimes if something is wrong cause I'm not on all the time. I just say "I'm on still, I just have the volume turned way down"
I now pick up who I want to talk to, whose calls I want to answer. Before I would answer to everyone just because I am to polite...
My husband just told me yesterday I just be a little more rude to keep some people at a distance. I wonder why I am always the one the reach to when they need something (neighbors, family, colleagues). I am working on saying no... It is easier when I just avoid people
I had major ankle surgery 8 weeks ago. It's not healing as well as I wanted it to and I'm still on the darn scooter and will be for weeks yet. Yesterday, after church (a daunting experience, done alone on a scooter!) I came home and DH was lounging in bed watching golf. It was 1:30, he had done none of the things I'd asked him to do.
Rather than fight with him, beg, whatever, I said "I am not mad at you. I'm disappointed and depressed. I'm going downstairs to the spare room and don't want to talk to or see ANYBODY'.
I slept from 3 pm to 8 this morning. Got up once to take my meds and went right back to sleep.
Dh usually works from home, but when I came upstairs he had made the bed, emptied the DW(!!) and picked up a little. He never says he's sorry, but his actions speak louder than words.
I don't want to talk to anyone today either.