I’ll put it all out there, I thought, And maybe I’ll even just put all of these journal entries up as they are! I’ll be so brave, sharing my story in such a raw way! I pulled out all of my old journals, the notebook filled with scrawled, sad poetry, and leafed through them.
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I’m going to write about ALL of it, and I don’t care who reads it or what they have to say! My heart was pumping with excitement, and I was convinced that this was it - the writing was what would free me from the heartache, telling my story would set me free from all of this pain.
I’m going to finally write about it!, I told myself. I also kept quiet because what had happened - the sex, the surgeries, the shame, the embarrassing behaviors I tolerated, the pills, the anger and anxiety, the suicidal thoughts - didn’t feel very “positively present.”īut last night I got all fired up. I kept quiet because that’s what “respectable” people do. I’ve avoided the details because I didn’t want to hurt or embarrass other people. But, since 2015, I’ve only briefly touched on a set of circumstances that have altered my entire life. I’ve written about tough topics, like my sobriety, and easy ones, like the publication of my first book. I’ve written about the ups and the downs, the loves and the losses, the positive progress and the painful setbacks. Since 2009, I’ve been here on Positively Present, writing about my life and the various challenges I’ve faced in my quest for living more optimistically and mindfully.
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