I write things here I can't say out loud. Whether it's something not acceptable to society or to my peer group or whether it's the many constraints I bind myself with that prevent me from expressing myself to another person.
The "for sale" sign goes up today. The house needs work, one car needs to be sold, paper work to read over, another place to live needs to be found, bills to be paid, people still count on me.
Today I'm not strong. Today I ache with lonliness. Today I need my mom (imagine that at 51). Today I will go back to bed and know tomorrow will be better.