I openly write about the worst, most embarrassing things that I’ve done, yet the one thing that’s holding me back is still … me.
For example, I met with some external resistance in sharing my suicide attempt, but most of the resistance has been internal.
Ever since I made the decision to begin sharing last year, my life has started to change in many ways – for the better.
So the logical conclusion is to share more.
The idea that writing could help one person is what propelled me past my own fears.
Some things are meant to be kept private, there’s no doubt. But you have to ask yourself, if you’ve been through anything that’s worth sharing, anything that could be helpful, why not?