Writing.

I've always liked to write. It has been my companion and my escape during most of the time since I learned how to do it.

It has been my secret garden.

Writing liberates me, lets me express my secret inner feelings, my love, my anger, and with a simple mix of words and sentences I let myself explain myself to others, in my own words, from my unique point of view, hoping that maybe someone out there will step on my shoes someday, and if I'm capable of sharing my feelings, if there's a bit of hope for you to feel a bit of what I'm feeling; then my work is done and I'm already grateful for it.

It is really hard to take something from your inner you and show it to the world, it's like having all these feelings in your chest, pushing you to just escape, but they are a bit like your are going to bring them to life, so you are scared, scared for them to get real, to become something alive on their own, and as their "mommy" you are afraid that they may get misunderstood and they may get hurt. You don't want them to suffer.

But you have to let them go.
Having their own experiences.
Their own "lives".

They are not just feelings anymore. You expose them.
And they become real.

So please, welcome them.
Let them know your own feelings.
Let them sing along.  

You'll see you are not alone anymore.