I can relate to an awful lot of this.

The choice of recipient for our confession is all-important —and not all of us are lucky enough to know that special person.

And I used it as a form of seduction in my early adult years. The opposite sex were intrigued by the wounds, the fragility, but I wasn’t really sharing My Truth. Just a fraction of it.

it’s actually more difficult now… Seems that truly revealing ourselves, even with that understanding benevolent person can still end with ‘Is that it?’ sensation inside us.

We expected catharsis and we got… what… a dull sensation.

This wasn’t the movie I watched!

Anyway, a great read. One I’ll save to look at again. Thank you.