It is possible to find joy in sorrow. It is possible to find sorrow in joy. Sometimes, happiness incites memories of pain; right reminds us of wrong. It is during these times that I find myself unable to speak. I don’t know what to say. Where do I draw the line between explaining where I’ve been and influencing where I’m going?
I share. Sometimes too much. I want a person to walk in my shoes, to empathize. But I wonder if that isn’t too much to ask. Or if that wouldn’t do more damage than good. So I bite my tongue. And when people ask me why, I’m forced to shrug. Would you want to know? To really know?