I worry I tell too much.
I know people respond to vulnerability. I know that when I share my struggles honestly, it gives others freedom, know they are not alone. Yet it is scary to be that open. What will others think of me? Are they judging me as harshly as I do? Will I look back in 5 or 10 years and wish I hadn’t written those words?
And how do I tell my hardest story when I cannot read my own words without crying? It hurts to speak the truth, to tell of my pain and deliverance.
How do I tell the truth while still honoring some sort of boundary for my family and me? Is it worth it?
I know I respond well to honesty in others, and I long to be that sort of person myself. Yet I doubt the wisdom of being so open.
Is it worth it?
You tell me.