I want you to know that I’m super conflicted about posting this here. However, in the end, I try to practice what I preach. I’ve repeatedly written that I’m one of those people who will tell you everything if you ask. I aim to be honest and real and open.
Even if the honest and real and open is ugly.
I do think we can all relate to the ugly parts in each other. I don’t like to keep mine hidden. Because then they scab over and scar. I’m holding my parts up to the sun in the hopes they’ll fall off and die. (That’s where I lost this metaphor.)
Here is the article I appeared in today.
I’m still processing it all.