on letting her burn.

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I wish you could have seen the way my hands shook as I wrote my last post. For me, writer's block normally comes when there's something I need to say but I don't want to - and this post was probably the most difficult wrestling I've ever experienced. I wrote it angry. I wrote it with tears streaming down my face and my heart pumping heavily because I was (am) just so done with hiding. Even now, thinking of the words and the responses I received brings me close to tears. It's not okay. It's not okay there are so many of us walking around wounded and silenced. I get all shaky thinking about it. The fire in my bones light up and I imagine my eyes take on this other worldly glow.

Maybe you understand - maybe not. I just feel as if my heart shed her final mask last week and in return took the form of Phoenix and I just can't help but let her burn.

Those words - me stepping out to share my story - served as a catalyst in my own soul and I'm working through what it means for me here. I hear you. I've read your comments, seen your DM's and cried through the emails. You are not alone.

And your story still belongs at the table.

Posted on February 19, 2013 and filed under the {true} and the questions.