I have a very blessed life. My parents aren't divorced, we have a nice house, we always have food on the table, and we work as a family. I have friends that love me, a boyfriend who is crazy about me and plenty of people in my life who are there for me. And yet, I have more secrets than I know what to do with.
I'm not going to sit here and write down all of my deep, dark secrets but I would I could. Secrets eat you up from the inside out; they're like lies but to yourself. I've never been able to fully open up to anyone and just when I think I'm going to tell someone all of those secrets, I talk myself out of it. I talk myself out of a lot of things.
I want this to be the year that I stop keeping secrets and stop lying but I'm terrified of being that vulnerable to someone or to multiple people. I just don't want this weight on my chest for the rest of my life. I want to be able to breathe.
