If my writing was one day taken away from me, I would no longer be able to use it as a smokescreen in front of everyone else.
So, I need to understand that I need to learn how to live with other human beings, and not be afraid of being naked and exposed to their eyes and hearts.
This is an utterly terrifying prospect, but I need to find some way to begin…
Maybe I can begin by understanding, deep deep down, that I will not be naked and exposed.
People are there to be good to me, just as I long to be good to them also. There is a way out.