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Negative traits

I always thought being an open book was a good thing, but I’m not so sure it is. I saw this as being a personality trait of mine and it was part of who I am but I now believe it’s a coping mechanism, one amongst many others for my anxiety.

I find it easy to be open, I find it natural to just say what I feel, whenever I feel it and tell most people way too much about myself, my life and the people in it. It’s almost as if I am in constant need to share my thoughts and feelings otherwise I’ll bubble over or something. 

However, I do find myself asking this question: is it a bad thing if it gives me peace of mind and happiness to be this way? 

It’s complicated. 

BCL says 

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