Writing has always been a healing thing for me. Catharsis. Peace.

It also helps me work through issues or quandaries I am struggling with.

I keep a journal, although I’m more sporadic than I’d like to be.

I feel I have a lot of wisdom to pass on. I’ve been through a lot, and I’ve learned a lot.

I start to write on these subjects, and I have to stop.

The ground is too tender. The air is too thin.

Bottom line, it’s not time.

There will be a time, though. So I record my thoughts elsewhere. I edit them, and clarify. I keep it factual, even though it is loaded with emotion.

I file it away. For another time.

Soon.

These lessons were hard fought.

They will benefit others.