%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |  Pearls of wisdom, inappropriate thoughts and the occasional rant. |
|
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
There are words stuck in my throat, threatening to suffocate me if I don't get them out. I've wanted to unleash them for years but resisted because of fear. I don't want to show the world my family skeletons, but I want to be free of them. Some I've never admitted to my husband. Do I fear being judged or ridiculed? Am I ashamed of my past or my family? If I put my story on paper, will I really feel better or create more problems? I guess I'll find out soon enough. I don't dare write on something that could be easily read if found around the house. So I'm thinking about using a book item here. Set to private for now because some things are just too personal. I wish I had someone to talk to about everything that has happened. At the moment, all I can do is cry. I've had to cut ties with my only actual friend I had, my soul sister of twentysomething years because her husband was extremely inappropriate with my daughter. There, that's one secret released. But I remain alone and distraught. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
but seems to be okay today. I worry about my poor circulation, scrub my toes with a soft bristle brush, watch discoloration come and go. I probably need new arteries or veins but hey... "Heathcare" USA (enough said?). I may be better off trying something here in Thailand. But still... wish I lived in a country that had adequate patient based healthcare. Thailand and Taiwan mostly do, but I can't access it. First world systems like Europe, Canada and Australia do, but again, I can't access it.