A wonderful friend reminded me that "everyone has their own issues". I know this is true. I believe that everyone has a story. I have had the opportunity/privilege/necessity to share parts of my story lately.
My relationships are evolving. Things are different. My "circle" has changed. I no longer talk to people that know my story. And my "story" is resurfacing and unfolding.
It is a strange thing to open up and share.
To tell your own story... even small parts of it.
To admit your issues... even a few.
To be honest... completely honest (or as honest as I allow myself to be).
I feel naked.
Like I am standing before you totally naked.
Like I have exposed myself.
Like I can no longer hide.
Like I am taking an uncalculated risk.
Like I'm balancing shame and truth.
And, yet, so far my listeners have been amazing. understanding. kind. safe. compassionate. honest. loving.