I’m tired of the uncomfortable gaze, the sudden quietness of conversation. How my guilty admittance of pain has soured an otherwise pleasant day.
I only ask you to please remember it is not personal. We are fighting years of being told to be silent, of being made afraid to share and explore the things we hold deep. We want to share. We want to open up, to let fragments of hope in. We need a bit more reassurance, a bit more patience, a ...