I can bare my soul but only to the extent it doesn't unwittingly bare another's. Last night I got a message from another bare soul. I can't fix it. I want to write it out here and find solace and comfort for me and her. But it's not my story.
So I lay myself bare on this screen. I tell you that I'm scared, and I'm angry, and I'm worried, and I'm hurt. And I only want what is best for her, but what about those boundaries I'm working on?
I lay myself bare and ask for prayers of healing for her. For comfort and peace and knowledge. But I ask all that for me as well, because I just want a normal life -- no drama, no crises, just happiness, rainbows, and sunshine.
Laid bare is where I find myself today.
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