Station 30.

I don't want to write about this.

I really don't want to write about this.

I must?

Perhaps it is a part of the healing.

Facing my demons. 

My behaviors.

The ramifications.

I am lost.

I don't know where to begin.

But of course I've already begun.

And the shame is already seeping in.

So far from impenetrable is my armor.

Lost.

While on Station 30 I learned a lot.

I learned nothing in the groups.

I learned everything from the people.

I really don't want to write this post.

So I'm not going to. 

Maybe later.