When exactly, is it the right time to be honest with yourself? Maybe, after you've poured your all into another and finally walking away; yet you remai incomplete or even empty. Maybe after you've practiced and practiced the routine of stuffing all that you are, experiences and ordeals, deep down. Far down inside, low enough to hide but again, surprisingly they resurface with a vengeance. Degrading the character you attempt to portray, forcing you to relive the truth, forcing you to endure again, the anguish, pain, despair or shame you've adamantly tried to stifle. Now there are only two choices from here. Press forward the same, continuing to hide or do something different. Bravely face the truth, enter the storm- head on, live the experience and heal.
