Silent Treatment.

Does anybody else write down their anger and never, ever let anybody read it?
Or maybe wear their heart on their sleeve, but only when they're in front of a mirror?

I want to suggest that social media is full of two kinds of people:
1) People who hurt and tell someone.
2) People who hurt and tell an empty room.

I think there's a lot more women in this second category than we think. And it's not healthy, ladies. The fear of being too much and too little at the same time comes out on Twitter, Pinterest and Facebook. We fear being too little in fashion and motherhood, so we post dorm decor, recipes or pictures of our children. We fear being too much emotionally, so we avoid anything that might suggest we are stressed to the point of tears. Which is ironic, because going to all the effort of making our own pumpkin spice latte cupcakes with creme cheese frosting and a cinnamon stick is what induces the stress we want to hide. Face it ladies; social media is your great-grandmother's last ditch effort to convince you not to air your dirty laundry in public, to put on some lipstick and fix your hair before your husband or (God forbid) your girlfriends get here for Bible study. Yeah, because those are definitely two relationships in which secrets are totally acceptable.

I cannot tell you how many screaming, angry, crying, just-want-to-rip-my-hair-out posts I've considered posting on my Facebook status these last three weeks, only to reword, rework and rewrite until I just get fed up and retract. I give in to the old granny behind my ear, still whispering about dirty laundry.

This needs to end. And it needs to end now. 
Because I'm a time bomb waiting to go off. 
But I don't know how to tell you that yet.
So the clock keeps counting down.

I really don't have an answer to the silent treatment. 
I hope you weren't expecting one.

The only thing I can suggest is to keep going, somehow.
Eat. Pray. Plank.
Most importantly....PRAY.
Because even if you try to give God the silent treatment,
He hears it.

Psalm 18:6-7, 9-10, 16, 19

In my distress I called to the LORD; 
I cried to my God for help. 
From His temple He heard my voice; 
my cry came before Him, into His ears.
The earth trembled and quaked, and the foundations of the mountains shook; 
they trembled because He was angry. 
He parted the heavens and came down; 
dark clouds were under His feet.
He mounted the cherubim and flew; 
He soared on the wings of the wind.
He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
He drew me out of deep waters.
He brought me out into a spacious place;
He rescued me because He delighted in me.

If that's not a knight in shining armor, I don't know what is...