Vomit of the Mouth

Sometimes, I am too honest. Actually, most of the time I am. I truly am an open book. I do not remember the last time I actually felt embarrassed to share a personal story. I am humbly imperfect. Growing up, I was sure I wanted to be a Therapist or Psychologist. I have always loved talking with people about their life and trying to help them whether that be an open ear, some advice or sharing my own experience. I was actually the one all of my close friends came to. *Cue the start of my unhealthy relationship with empathy*. 

I believe we are brought into this world around others for a reason. To help each other. 

When we form relationships with others we may gain a connection. Conversing with others and sharing stories, experiences and possibly advice can help each other. We learn, in my opinion, between three different ways. 

1. Resources: Educating ourselves or being taught. 
2. First-hand experience. Going through a situation and soaking up the knowledge due to that. 
3. Second-hand experience. Learning from another person's first-hand experience.

Now I feel like with that type of opening I need to share something personal. It's like the Mean Girl's movie where the main actress has vomit of the mouth. However, nothing comes to mind. Maybe if any of my readers can comment below how they are feeling at this moment, this point in time- I could gain a spark of emotion to pull out of my Dewey Decimal System catalog of memories.