Tonight, I shared a bit more than I wanted to ever share in a smaller group set up. And I keep thinking, maybe its a good thing, being that vulnerable. But vulnerability is not the word. Its not that I’m afraid of any repurcussions, but I shared a part of my story that I never share… its a part of my story that I only tell if you’re that close. I usually just hint at it, or paint dark shadows as to confuse others as to just what I’m talking about. But I was kinda forced into a corner, and felt that I needed to share in order to stop them from asking.
I shared out of fear, not of a need. And I think thats the worst.