One of my friends told me that I was very brave to write about what I was going through.

I don’t think there’s anything brave about it, really. I just believe that it’s theraputic, that it’s a release.

That maybe if I write enough about what lives inside my body with me, sharing the space of my shell and my skin, that it will make it easier to accept.

I am reminded of You are Loved by Josh Groban. There is a line in the song that says “Don’t give up, it’s just the way of the world.” For some reason, this gives me strength. Maybe my world, my space, will always be this way?

From silence, I don’t gain anything. If I stay silent, I won’t be able to free myself of this twin inside of me. I don’t want to keep it a secret any longer, hiding behind a happy facade.

I want to be truly, really happy and I wonder if this is a step in the right direction. I have been strong enough to deal with what I was given.

Maybe now it’s time I learn to accept it?