What am I thinking?  I have this desire to put so much out there.  And yet I feel the need to keep it close.  Judgement is scary.  Feeling this much shame is scary.  Especially after all the work I've done to get past all that.  I guess this is the way the universe lets you know that no one is 'fixed'.  Everyone stays broken, or at least scarred.  The scars don't go away.  They do fade over time but they are still there.  Healing is an ongoing process that you never reach the end of.  Some days you are on top of the world!  Some days you are under it.  Some days you want to shout to whoever will listen "I'm cured!"  Some days you want to tell the whole world to go to hell-then at least you wouldn't be lonely.  If everyone was in hell with you...