my first post

now playing: and then you by greg laswell

A friend of mine encouraged me to make my own blog. Being a very private person, I only have a few friends that I can really trust. I can't even tell them everything. I just need an egress at the end of the day to absorb all the shock, all the emotions, I've perfectly learned to conceal. With me, what you see is not always what you get. I'm not a liar. I just choose not to show certain emotions that will brandish my vulnerability.

Why am I doing this?

I am an image of a strong independent woman. Some people look up to me. Some even base their decisions to my opinions. They believe in my discernment as if it was their own. I analyze their plights with my brain and not with my heart just so I could compromise what the heart has made dysfunctional.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not cold. If I were, I wouldn't be helping anyone at all.

What if I were the one who needed help?

That's the dilemma.

I can't make up my mind without involving my disposition.

I can't tell people regardless if it were an impasse because I'm not comfortable.

So.. I have to start blogging.. besides.. blogs don't talk back..