...have so much to say that you feel you can't or are not allowed to say that you really feel you can't say anything? That's where I am. There are so many things going through my mind, but I keep censoring myself, thinking "You can't say that. X might read it and think it's about her." And, well, maybe it is, but it should still be said. I am feeling such frustration! I saw some ugly things this week. Someone I care about a lot was thrown under the bus and then run over by that bus by someone who cares about him a lot more in a very public setting. I couldn't say much because of the circumstances, but it hurt to watch.
The rest of the week similarly stunk. I know I should be thanking God for these opportunities to offer things up to him, and I do, but I also get angry. I feel impotent.