Wide Open

I'm impressed that Tim can opening talk about his psychological state in his blog. Even though only a few people can see it, a few is more than I think I could bear. My mother had trouble keeping a written journal because she didn't like the idea of someone being able to read it someday after she was dead. (I can now see the wisdom of that hesitation because some of the things she wrote during her depressions have really hit my father hard--dragged him down, even those those times are far past.) The thought of even articulating my deepest thoughts or musings or depressions is something that I have never been able to do easily. Articulating them makes them real. Real things have substance and create repercussions in this world. Musings can flitter away as if they never existed, or at least they can simply leave a smudge instead of a footprint.