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.