"I can't read you", I've heard that before. It used to hurt. I knew people didn't understand me, but I couldn't explain myself. Even in times of joy, I can look emotionless.
I'm much better at expressing myself in writing. But have had to learn other ways of communicating. It's getting easier. I'm not worried about what people think. (Let's be real - I still worry, but not to the same extent as in the past).
Speaking of the past, I haven't looked in that direction in a long time. The present is where it's at.
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.