Decisions, decisions….

So, the other day at our family reunion, my dad started asking me about my blogs…. He wants to read them. He hears everyone talking about them, and wants to read. I’m a little undecided about this. I am happy that he is interested, don’t get me wrong. But at the same time, I don’t want him to see the shit that goes on in my mind. Ya know? But at the same time, I DO want him to see the shit that goes on in my head.

I mean, I am pretty honest in my blogs. I don’t beat around the bush. Everything I say is the way it really is. And sometimes, that is scary.

Really, my blogs are my therapy. I’ve got to purge myself of this stuff. It seems like when you need someone to listen, no one is there.  And I am not the type of person to beg for attention… I will just move along and stuff the hurt deeper inside, only to find it resurface later in time…

 

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