For a place you couldn't tangibly feel for the last 4 decades
What does your vulnerability actually long for when you spill bitterness from your mouth?
How much does it hurt?
Is it still an open wound?
You speak as though it happened last week
It's been this vivid for my entire life.
I have a strained relationship with releasing my thoughts online. I'm scared of the possible criticism - and not the constructive kind. But, what could happen if I were to be so *special* as to receive an onslaught of criticism? Bullying is tangible. Emotional and mental health are tangible.
What is the balance between self-protection and outward-vulnerability? I equate the latter with freedom, but neglecting the former feels shortsighted.