Up Close and Personal
I have my own personal journal so this is never where I vent or keep a detailed description of my life's journey. But.
This past week has been excruciatingly difficult for me, more than I ever let on, and more than I'll probably ever fully let on to anyone.
I love being there for other people. Journalism, I believe, is my calling. I would be just (or almost just) as happy living in a tent in Africa caring for malnourished children, or re-building houses in disaster zones, or cleaning up the inner city. But I digress.
I can never fully release on other people. My pain, my grief, my emotions are all extremely private. I don't like to let other people in, because I believe that will add to the grief of the world, it will put more of a burden on people. Everyone has their own pain to manage, I should be able to handle mine.
That being said, that night, in the car, I have never wanted to be able to unload all of my burdens on someone so much. I didn't. But thank you for having Denny's with me, and listening to Swayzak, it was a good substitute to breaking down. :)
P.S. Just sometimes I get this photo thing down pat. ;)