I have been reflecting on what I have publicly written. I do not have regrets for writing, but I realize that two posts ago I might have shared more than many people can handle. As I re-read it, I know it doesn't sound like what happened could have been real. It was. I am glad that I documented in the moment exactly what did happen. What I experienced was something that started long ago, nearly 33 years ago, and gradually built up. I have been slow to mentally let things go, because I have had a lot to sort out. It is something that I hadn't realized I had allowed to happen. What I experienced was intense for someone in the line of fire. I have a little PTSD due to what I lived under, and it sometimes flairs up. I am learning to recognize my triggers, work through them and not let them set me off. Experience make us stronger. There is risk in living, and in relationships. Friendships are less risky than deeper, personal commitments. When humans pair up, we trust that other person is on this ride with us, and are not working against us. We trust they are going to build us up and be proud of our successes, not be jealous, or competitive and try to out do us. I am a soul who loves deeply. I know people are thinking, "I wish she would move on all ready", etc. I am, and at the pace I've needed. And I've needed a lot of time! I realize that what I have shared has been incredibly personal. Sharing has been a necessary step in my healing. My choice has been to write.
This is an exciting, yet scary time. There is nothing standing in my way, except for myself. Only my own fears are holding me back. I am still a little fearful.
Am I strong enough to speak my voice when I don't agree?
Am I able to let my opinion be known?
Am I ready to let down my guard and really open my heart to another?
Summer is here, and I think I'm ready for another adventure.