Thoughts swirl around my mind, words trying to get themselves on paper, stories pushing out of my mind to be shared and I have abstain from releasing them.
I started this blog with the purpose that one day I would be sharing these stories, the ones that are dearest (and most painful) to my heart, with the hope that someone/anyone would read them and relate to them and not feel so alone.
It has been a few years since I first opened my wordpress account and for the most part I ignored logging in, I wasn’t ready you see. I wasn’t ready to give that part of me because when I share these words with you I am giving you a piece of me and I must admit, they leave me drained at times.
When I go back and read my posts, I notice that I tend to share in segments, bursts of feelings and experiences revolving around a time period but mostly a person who was a central dominating figure in my life.
But after the last two posts that I shared I have been left with a gaping wound and I try to heal. Maybe I shared them too soon. Maybe I got a response that made me feel defensive. Maybe when asked for more details and I dumbly agreed to divulge a part of my life that I was unable to part with, I crumbled a bit inside.
I lost you all over again and I realized I never grieved you.
I have many drafts saved here, many stories hanging from my fingertips aching to be shared but I hold them back because I am grieving you now my dear, a light that was extinguished much too soon.
I miss you my dear. I hope you know that now and I hope you knew then.
Rest your eyes in sweet surrender,
Drift by sorrow of life,
Where the shadows may never reach you,
Darkness was never meant for you.
Susana Benavidez 
Very insightful….