I am wrestling with writing a difficult post at the moment. It concerns a problem, an ongoing incident, that colored my world in an unpleasant way from the ages of 15 to 25. Part of me says don't even bring it up because the post may never see the light of day. Part of me is trying to hold myself accountable to ensure that it does see the light of day. Some stories feel like they should be told, and I've tried to tell this one before. But it makes me very uncomfortable.
Still, there's the possibility that my experience might help someone else.
Please bear with me while I wrestle.
Go listen to some good music: "Time is Running Out" from the album Absolution by Muse. Still happy.