I met a girl recently who’s history mirrored my own. Since I don’t talk much about that particular part of my past, it was odd to quickly recognize myself in her. A part of me wanted to reach out and tell her about how connected we were. It took most of my control, during a professional conversation, to hold back. I wanted to say, “Hey! I also have this thing that I work hard to hide. Wanna share stories?”
But I didn’t. I like my secrets. Although I would love to have someone who truly understood this part of my past, I have pride in the secrets I have always kept and how they continue to live through me.