Just Wanted To Say...

...that I honestly have more pride in the brave women who have joined me to vent their innermost feelings here in this forum, than I've had in anyone or anything in a long time.

Sure, we all post anonymously, big deal. Most people can't even do even that!
Most women, sadly, bottle up their feelings & frustrations until they consume them from the inside out.
That's just sad.
I know there are other forums such as 'post secret' and 'TWC', both of which I enjoy checking out from time to time, however, this forum, our forum, allows the writer the freedom of posting when they want, saying what they feel and most importantly, knowing that their post made the short trip from their innermost thoughts to the electronic page without so much as one go-between.
The other forums, sadly, cannot boast such a freedom.
Each one, although interesting in their own right, requires the writer to 'submit' their secret and/or confession & wait.
Wait for said information to arrive in a PO box, or wait for it to suddenly magically appear in cyberspace.
I like knowing that my co-authors set their own hours, make their own rules, and decide when & how to share whatever it is they're needing to get off their chest.

Ladies, I just wanted to take this moment to tell you all that I do believe this is the start of something much bigger than all of us and I'm beyond proud to have you all along for the ride, wherever it may take us.

VENT ON!

Mt. Everest

What do I really hope to gain by posting in this forum?
Won't at least one of you now know who I am... is nothing
sacred anymore? Coming out of this abyss of my divorce,
searching for my identity amidst turmoil and confusion (alas,
I didn't mention I lost that first daughter, 2 months shy of
referral, or that my mom died 8 months after he said he wanted
to leave)... it's an insurmountable task. I read this book,
late I know, called "Into Thin Air"... and I remember my sister telling
me, "It's like climbing a mountain, it's the hardest thing you will
ever do, and you will feel like you can't breathe, and you will
want to give up and let yourself come crashing to the bottom,
and sometimes, that will happen even when you don't choose it...
but I tell you, YOU will reach the top... and you will be amazed at
your strength, and the reserve you never knew you had".

So, what she failed to tell me is that this is Everest... this mountain's
peak is at the cruising altitude of some aircraft... this mountain has
taken lives...

So, the book. It was about this horrific climb, a guided one in fact, and
the loss of several people and how horrific their deaths were. Funny, it
wasn't a depressing book at all. I actually wished I was physically equipped
for it- could withstand sub zero temperatures, almost zero oxygen, hurricane
winds, frostbite, excruciating pain and numbness. Cuz then I wouldn't
have to feel any of this, right here, in this place.