My head is so noisy it feels like it is going to explode. My insecurity crescendos.
And I need to write. But for some reason, I can’t. And I always said to myself that if I felt that I couldn’t write authentically, became more concerned of the reactions and judgements of others, I would stop being so public.
And while I would like to think that people are non-judgemental, I can feel the walls of whispers around me in old circles and new ones. Or perhaps that is all in my head too?
While I like to think the suffering has become less, the pain at times still feels as raw as it did a year ago. And to deal with it all, I need my project of a daily blog go dark. And in that darkness, I know I will find the sparks of light again.