Negative stress is like the worst. It triggers things in my body that I never ever talked about in public before.
Only my friends know, but I am thinking maybe I should start sharing with others. Like my readers.
Part of me want to, part of me don’t.
Maybe I should not look at it as sharing. Maybe I should just see it as some kind of therapy? Who knows?
About a year ago I read something on an internet forum with the headline:
What diagnosis do you have?
Not technically responding to the question, my first response was: BUT WHY?
As in but why would anybody in their sane mind want to share this kind of information with anybody out there?
My second respons was to start counting.
As in counting the things that are wrong in my body.
Things that have been wrong in my body, for years! At the time some of them were all fresh information to me.
Some of them, not so much.
Question is, would I want to share this with the world, and why?
I struggle with this.
Cause when part of me screams out to protect my privacy, another part believes it could help.
Helping myself, as in using writing as a form of therapy [don’t we all] to get over and overcome the hurdles that’s been handed to me.
Helping others, just like me.
Others that share my pain.
Others that just like me one day woke up to a complete new reality not knowing what to do.
Question is, would it be worth it?