It is both good and bad when the mask slips and we find ourselves emotionally exposed. Isn't it? For me, coming to blogging was a way to shut the door on the past [or try to] and all its denial. Wearing the mask had become psychologically toxic; pretending to be 'fine' had been wearing me down, and I couldn't do it anymore. And it was OK. And then? It wasn't. For me, it's been second nature not to moan. But I consider myself a good person [hopefully!] in that I'm happy to listen to anyone else's 'stuff'. Which leaves a question... Buffy, why don't you give yourself the same care that you give your friends? A question I still ask. This weekend I found myself pretending that things were OK, when they weren't. And I've stopped. I'm going to be honest, even if the Self-Critic considers it rather tedious. This is a Good Thing. It's very healthy to be here. It's possibly the healthiest thing I've done in years. Thank you for listening. Buffy.