Times like these I am thankful for CC. On the weekend, I stood by some lake chatting to someone, who then poured out a heavy story about their upbringing and childhood. Apparently they hadn't told anyone at church about this, so I felt very honoured to have listened to their story. Them being someone whom I trust and wanted to open up to, I go to take a step of boldness and share deeper parts of myself only to freak out after the first few words, laugh awkwardly and then change the subject to the turtles in the lake (smothering awkward moments with my goofiness, Arlene style).
I may seem like an open person here at times, but this is because I'm trying to compensate for the fact I am generally a closed book to most people in my life.
(...and just as I was typing this, I just had the revelation of why I am so afraid and have a bucket of people I need to forgive. Phwoah.)