Bits of memory shrapnel. From my brain to the screen, shared.
September 26, 2007
When I write entries like yesterday's I feel a little conflicted. On one hand I don't want to seem like I'm complaining, and in that sense, maybe it would be better to keep some things private. On the other hand, I don't feel like I have anything to hide, and I've even been told that seeing a 'strong' person admit to 'weak' feelings can be encouraging for other people going through similar feelings of defeat or hopelessness. In the end, I guess I'm just sharing my feelings, and I hope I don't come across as whiny.