I always start this excited and ready to dig in, to see what words will pour out of me this month. By the end I am exhausted, tired of sharing my feelings, my thoughts, the words that jumble through my brain at any given point in time. The tiny birth of daily words and thoughts can claim all my energy. I am raw, wounded, vulnerable and scared that somehow recording my feelings will come back to haunt me that somehow my words might be used against me somehow my innermost thoughts and feelings will be weighed, measured and found lacking.