I was reading a blog that I kept in 2002 or so, and in reading those words I realize with some sadness that I have changed. Of course most of us are not the same person we were 13 years ago. I also realize how open that girl was, how tenderhearted. How she had no problem telling you what was happening in her life at the time, and not just on the medical front, but for everything.
I don’t really do that anymore. Time has changed, Life has changed, the internet has changed, I have changed. I’m just as tenderhearted as I was back then, but the years have taught me that the wolves come for tender hearts first. So I wrap my heart in 100 layers, and then hide it. My heart is nowhere near as easily accessible.
It sucks when you realize that you’ve been affected by things more deeply than you’d care to admit.