Yesterday, I realised in horror:
If anyone were to read through my past posts, they would get a very inaccurate view of what was going on in my life.
Yes, there was doubt and fear and uncertainty and hurt.
But there were the times of reassurance, refreshment, renewal... Of beauty and of love. Those were the times that made up most of my experiences, but I lived them or wrote them in my (offline) diary instead of here.
It is horrifying to think that those posts could have given a very skewed idea of how I really felt.
I was tempted to take down those posts, or hide them, but I think that would be dishonest.
I really, really wish I had never posted them, or had posted the subsequent events to those postings.
I'm sorry.
I will try to do better next time.
(Please, allow me a next time.)
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