I carry my secrets well, I never kiss and tell, I knock on wood, but I've got splinters in my hand and that ain't good

I've made a few revelations this week.

Writing this blog has probably been one of the best forms of therapy I have had. Even if not many people have read it, it's helped me to feel like some people might be listening to my story. I think I've expressed a lot of the things I've needed to, so maybe now it will be easier for me to let go of the things I can't change. I'm so exhausted by it, I don't want to think about it anymore, and I don't want to talk about it either. I just want to be,

free.