tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24855365416656884242012-02-11T15:35:04.837-08:00biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889885306340896462noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485536541665688424.post-3013787470240333892007-09-10T22:31:00.000-07:002007-09-10T22:49:59.098-07:00I should be sleeping now. It's the same old story. But I've had this craving for a while. Stronger than for chocolate.<br /><br />I feel the need to share my story. To connect with people with similar stories.<br /><br />The trouble is, there is almost no one I can share my whole story with. I have a wonderful and supportive partner. I have a much-loved sister, and a loving mother. I have several very close friends. But I keep coming back to the thought that my whole story, all of my messy thoughts, will hurt someone.<br /><br />I need to talk about mistakes. My own mistakes. And mistakes of those that I love. There have been mistakes. I have been hurt. I have hurt others.<br /><br />I have a public face. Happy, well-adjusted. Professionally motivated. Competent. Funny. Strong.<br /><br />This blog is for my private face. For the people I am and have been. This is about the woman who struggles with chronic illness, and whose partner struggles with alcoholism. This is a home for teenager who had severe depression. For the little girl who was abused and neglected.<br /><br />I want to write about these things that my public face can't own. I want to spill the beans. All those damn beans. And maybe, just maybe, I will find someone who wants to listen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485536541665688424-301378747024033389?l=compartmentalizing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>biancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889885306340896462noreply@blogger.com0