I spent years in a tunnel of brokenness where I stuffed most of my pain. No one was there to go to. No one felt safe enough. I carried my anguish alone. My insides store the pain I stuff. The blame and the shame heaped upon me. Were mine to carry always. I needed a place, to unload disgrace;. A place for the angst of my days. My notebook became my counselor. The blank page listened to me.