I opened up recently, and it feels
amazing.

This is the first time I can think of that I've turned to poetry out of happiness rather than anguish.

I just went back and read every poem I had ever written.

My conclusions were thus:

The thing that hurt me and caused me pain was never who I was, but rather the fear that people would see the real me.

Now, I have shown myself to all the important people, and life has gotten so much better.

I knew I couldn't be
closed
forever,
but I never expected openness to feel this good.