Hodgepodge

"You buy things and you keep them clean. You take care of them. Keep them in a special pocket. Away from keys and coins. Away from other things that should be kept clean and taken care of as well. Then they get scratched. And scratched again. And again. And again. And again. Soon, you don't care about them anymore. You don't keep them in a special pocket. You throw them in the bag with everything else. They've surpassed their form and become nothing but function." -Iain Thomas

I never imagined I'd spill it.  Not with my issues about trust these days. I'm with a very good friend after our medical mission stint this afternoon.  We talked about our plans and our career paths over coffee, tea and a yummy delicious apple pie when the career talk became more personal.  We opened our closets and revealed to each other our well-kept skeletons. My skeleton is the best a-little-over-4-year-old kept secret.  I did not tell a friend-soul.  Not one - until today.  I always tell people there are some things you keep even to those who mean the most to you, just because you have to.  This skeleton is big and it could, hopefully, explain a lot about me and the way I do and handle situations.  I can imagine the contortion my face has to do as I try to conceal the pain over my sobs and tears.  More than 4 years have passed, but the pain and heaviness remained the same. It still hurts.  But what happened today brings relief because I realized I still can trust people ag