I had all intentions today to tell the story of my one secret I carry around every where I go. It's with me when I wake in the morning and right by my side when my head hits the pillow every night. My one truth that only the closest to me know. The one thing I don't speak of, because it's just that painful. The truth that haunts me and my future.
But I can't.
I suppose I don't have the courage, yet, to put it out there for the world to read. To be that vulnerable. If I put it in print it will be too real. I hope to be brave enough soon, for I do think it will be helpful. There's something therapeutic about seeing it in letters.
Is your blog anonymous? Does anyone know it's "you" writing it? If not, this is the place hon. You feel a need to say it, we're here to take it and hold it.
ReplyDeleteAnonymish...it's not so much everyone else I worry about, it's me. Writing it down makes it real.
DeleteYou will get there. xo
ReplyDeleteI hope.
DeleteWhen the time is right, you'll let it out. This is the place we come to hear about you. There's no judgement and no pressure. I hope all of your readers will agree that we'll stand by you and support you no matter what your secret is. Unless, of course, it's that you're really a big fan of scraping the filling out of oreos and replacing it with cheez whiz. Apparently people do that, and I judge them...
ReplyDeleteCheez Whiz? Seriously? That's disgusting.
DeleteThanks for the support, it's nice to know you guys are here for me.
Cheez Whiz. The other day I ran into a woman I kinda know in Hannaford buying it and she took the time to explain her "recipe." I left my cart of groceries and just went home.
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