This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
Why are some things easier to write than say?
Reading the situation correctly is part of getting through it safely.
I have tried to be righteous all my life. Yet I have never been content.
Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?