My whole life I have wanted to be a writer. I'll be honest though that I've never actually pursued it as a career. I feel like blogging is my way of pretending I'm an actual writer. It's easy to pretend you're a writer when you blog because other people actually READ it! Ok so not that many people but still...
Anyway, I've never had more to write about than I do now but instead of putting my fingers to the keyboard, I've been putting pen to paper. Old fashioned...I know, but also PRIVATE. I've toyed with the idea of sharing this tragedy that I've been trying to navigate through with others in hopes of helping someone or just having my words read and felt by someone else. I'm not sure if I'll ever share these feelings. They are so raw and I feel so vulnerable. I'm not sure if I ever want people to see through my happy voice and smiling face. Although I am not against sharing the FACTS of my experience, for now, I will not be sharing my innermost thoughts and feelings.
