Today I was asked to write a journal about my past for my friends organization named Razor Thoughts. It deals with self-injury and addiction. And as much as I like my friend Dani, I find her request daunting.

How could I ever put in a single journal who I was, who I am, and who I still struggle to be? There is so much that many don't know, and I would be willing to open my heart and let all that I have fall onto my keyboard for her, but when you are in situation how do you know if something it to much. What would happen if I write everything that no one but me knows and it crosses a line?

Part of me doesn't want to write it because it is personal and I don't like tapping into that part of me let alone unlock the door.\

Then there are the big questions...who am I? Who was I? Are we the same? Is the place where I am the place I want to stay?

Ramblings of the sick and frazzle-brained. Clearly I am in no state to think deeply.

Love to all,
Kimber LeAnn