I am shy. I doubt myself. Over the past 10 years, I’ve been journaling and writing poetry, songs, rants. It’s therapeutic. Some of it may be creative or inspiring. Most of this work is hidden in notebooks and boxes, and of course in my head.
I went back and read some journals from years ago. My handwriting was prettier then. Deep hurts have been amazingly easy to forget I have greater compassion now for the person I used to be