(Yeh I know, the title is the wrong way round)
I don’t know if I should be blogging my journey anymore. I was advised against it by a lady at AA, who said I might write unkind thing, about others of myself. I am also painfully aware that many people I know read this, and although they have the best of intentions I am not always as honest or open as I would like to be, lest they think even less of me now than they already do. I am also having what I say be the cause of real issues at home, and so I feel very uncomfortable writing at the moment. I feel like I don’t have the right, and when I feel more uncomfortable than I did.
I wish it wasn’t so. I am finding writing very therapeutic, and I am not sure what I will do in the space that it leaves, but I guess that it my problem. Take up juggling with knives? Learn to walk on stilts? Trapeze in those cool sequined leggings? *apparently all my things I want to do are linked to running about to join the circus?!* Anyway, I might write here again, but I am releasing myself of my promise to write every day. Take care.