I don’t know why I keep talking. I’m getting better at controlling it, but I still seem to annoy others when I talk. I even annoy myself when I talk sometimes. I tend to repeat myself over and over. I ask a lot of questions, too many questions. I wish I could blame it all on my memory loss, but I would talk too much even before I started having memory problems. Every time I try to talk less, I end up not talking at all instead. I suppose I’m an all or nothing kind of person; I’ve never really been able to find any middle ground.

I have noticed that I tend to talk when there is silence. I get uncomfortable and for some reason, I decide that talking will make the situation more comfortable. It never works out that way. I usually end up saying the wrong thing. I think it would be okay if I decided to be a little more quite, if it is my decision and not because of someone else. Life would be easier if I started making decisions for myself instead of for everyone else. I don’t know if I can do that, but I can start trying.

I'm a 32 year old married woman who has been dealing with Bipolar disorder since the age of 14. This is all about my life, diagnoses, and treatments. If you have any questions, just ask me. I hope that others with Bipolar Disorder or PTSD can relate to my blog and find it helpful.

6 thoughts on “Why Do I Keep Talking?”

  1. You can’t be at your best for others if you don’t look after yourself first.

    If you’re always looking out for other people you burn yourself out and can’t be there for them when they really need it.

    Be kind to yourself. Take a day, an hour, ten minutes, and just do something for you.

    And remember that if we don’t ask questions we don’t grow.

    Be strong 🙂

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  2. Silence makes me very uncomfortable… I rush in to fill it with the stupidest things, lol. I think silence makes me feel like something is wrong, and for some reason it also makes me feel vulnerable (weird, I know). 🙂

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  3. Just be yourself. My teenagers tell me I’m weird. I don’t even know what it means anymore.They just like to use that word. It used to offend me til I noticed that their friends call their parents, weird, too. So i guess it’s a teen thing. It’s so vague. Now I don’t know the difference so I can’t use that word as a gauge.
    People who love you will just have to accept who you are and the others… they can all go to hell… lol

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