Today's been a bit tough, emotionally. I had all sorts of silly/stupid/scary thoughts in my head, and I got a bit weepy a time or two.
What the hell have I done, telling my secret? I don't call it my shame because I am not ashamed - but I do worry that - in the telling - I have made myself vulnerable all over again.
And in not completing my story, I have left out key points that have helped to shape the person I am today (both literally and figuratively).
If you've read this far, and haven't read my earlier post, you're probably thinking that I've lost my ever-loving mind.
So here's the big question: Should I delete these two posts and stuff all that darkness where it never sees the light of day again (or appears on a screen)?
Maybe it's too late for that now.
Should I finish what I've started, and let go of this burden?
If I thought the telling could make a positive difference for just one person, then it would be worth it.