Two Years On

Its been two years since I've been hit by any kind of major ironytrain.

Two years since I've felt compelled to post anything. I remember when I started this blog, it was because I was hurting.

I'm hurting now. So this is public again. I wake up in the morning and I don't know what to do and all I can do is write. My old posts scare me. I'll probably look them up sooner or later. And laugh, cringe, cry, give thanks, regret. Probably a lot of the crying. I've spent way too long trying to be strong for everybody else. I can't anymore.

So in my little space of the Internet. Here I am. I don't know where this is going to go. But for better or worse, wise or unwise - I need a space. Enough trying to be a bloody role model.

Can't. Enough.