I just realized now (in reference to my previous post) that maybe the reason I don’t feel comfortable verbally conversing is because my “stories” are more of feelings than actual narratives.
One concrete example is how I am dying in my work. There’s no story. I. am. dying. The thing is, I know I set myself up for this. I VOLUNTEERED FOR THIS. I had prepared myself for the changes and the heartache and the migraines this new job would entail, telling myself that this is only for a year, but it doesn’t change the fact that I am dying in my work, and I don’t know how to feel better about it.