People tell me I’m brave for sharing my experience.
I’m not feeling very brave this week.
People have said they’re in awe of my honesty.
Sometimes I’m scared to be honest.
My story has taken a turn and for a week now I’ve been trying to find a way to share it. This turn has two parts and both need to be told. I need to tell them. I started to write one – the really hard one – and the other came out. The first is apparently not ready. I’ve tried to coax it, to assure it the telling will be okay, but it’s not ready.
I’m not ready.
The second is now in draft – a jumble on the page. Its format doesn’t do it justice. There is weight to this decision I’ve made – both the heavy weight of admission and the powerful weight of potential.
This part of my story needn’t be poetic but I need to tell it the right way.
I’ll wait, and it will come.
