The last time I tried to wear my heart on my sleeves...I remembered my pride and ego got punched really hard. The healing process took 3 years. Never again, I swore to myself, to breath my story to another living soul. Unlocking my past entries & blogs hit me with an overwhelming pang of resentment, all those well-kept emotions came flooding through me like an eager wave. Deep inside me, I cannot wait to get this off my chest. But I know damn well that it comes with a heavy price to pay. I cannot afford it.
Till then, mum is the word and my best secrets will go to the grave with me.