No, I can’t talk about.
Yes, I HAVE to talk about it.
I want to shout it from the rooftops, but I just can’t. I never will be able to… Everyone will see me differently and everything will change.
I’m not sick (beyond what you know) or dying, or, cheating on my husband or something… but my heart is pained from this thing called life and one specific aspect of it. I’m dying inside some days and other days, I’m fine over this.
I can’t explain it… I can’t say for sure.
All that I know is that the devil really wants this to ruin me and my relationships and my love for my friends and my life and I have to keep fighting for what I know is right. I have to keep fighting as hard as I can. I have to keep treading until my legs give out and I die.
I just have to…
But, I’m no less sad about it.