The challenge sits in front of me, daunting in its literal form.
I can see it requires me to step away from my comfort zone, explore the dark patches of my psyche.
I put pen to paper knowing there is an unknown, an area I will either embrace or shy from.
The words flow as I find myself cringing in the expectation of discovery, of a revelation I am not sure I want to make known.
Then a voice says, you can do it, after all, for the most part, you are anonymous, those who read it will only know your words, not your true self.
But I reply that is the issue; my words are my true self.
Then a calming voice whispers in my ear, you are who you are, don’t be afraid, those who know you, love you, nothing can change that.
So I take on the challenge, and here I am.