As I am working my way out of the bondage of secrecy, I still find myself trapped.
I take the risk of exposing not a mere fact of my history, no it is exposing an extremely intimate part of the core of my being. When I have an adoption-type conversation with another person, it's as if, well, I opened up, and I have stopped hiding but that still does not make me feel like I can talk about 'it'.
I still feel trapped.
Two more people in my life this week know about the real me, but that conversation is done and over in their mind.
But I'm still hurting on the inside ...
trapped
