Recovering from Silence

It seems to me that I've spent a good part of the last few years silencing my voice. There was a time, far too long ago it seems, when I could express myself coherently. I haven't been able to do that in a while. It's become jumbled and confused and none of it is really what I want to say or how I want to say it. My social skills have deteriorated. I've become an echo of my former self.

Recent events have forced me to reevaluate the directions I've taken in life. I've come to realize that I can't afford to continue entrenching myself in the emotional and physical rut in which I find myself.

This is therapy. Let's hope that it works. I'm tired of the silence. I'm tired of being terrified to speak or write the things that are on my mind. So it's here. I'm sharing myself with . . . well, with you. Just don't forget that I'm doing this for me, to help make me better. To help make me a better person, whether I do it the right way or the wrong way. I hope that it's the right way. I know that it's just as likely going to be the wrong way. Keep that in mind as you read this.

After all, I'm only human.