Because I am realizing that keeping secrets is an illusion. Or even worst. It is a prison.
I do not have what to hide since I am as human as anybody else. And I have ups and downs, defects and virtues, fears and strengths as anybody else.
And I can say whatever I want. There is no right and wrong. Who determines what is right or wrong? There is only what makes me feel good and what does not. What I enjoy and what I do not. And I like to write.
I am feeling good. Always good.
Giving shelter to the shadows.
Being enlightened by the light.