I feel the need to write and yet I do not. I long for the liberty and freedom to write of past hurts and believe it will one of the last steps in healing. Yet even as I need and know the path of my healing I once again stop and worry about others and put them before my needs. I will find a way to write and express my feelings. Things brings a smile to me as I close my eyes in sadness in irony. Noone is listening, noone is reading, once again I worry for no reason. I know this as I say this and yet I still worry. Here we go again.
