Here’s the thing — I have been afraid to write here lately. I gave away a chunk of myself when I did my 366-day project last year and I was suddenly confronted by the reality that I had said more than I had expected to. In the time since then, I have written pages and pages in my diary and cried into it, not knowing where the words would end. It is a well inside me that seems to have no end. It’s going to be a while before I can empty the well to make coherent thoughts. Till then, I have words I hope no one has to face. It’s one fear at a time.