Without ever knowing the truth.

I encourage my friend Julie. To write. A journal. A blog. A diary. Anything that allows Julie to express herself. Without limits. Preferably truthfully.  ‘You don’t have to share the stuff with anyone but yourself,’ I tell Julie. ’Just let it all hang out.  Get into your innermost being.’ But Julie won’t do it. She’s afraid. Scared stiff. To seek and speak the truth. To be honest. Not even with herself. That’s the basis of  Julie’s problem. It isn’t alcoholism. Or chronic depression. It’s the inability or unwillingness to face up to the truth.  Makes me wonder. How many of us find ourselves in a similar trap. Going through life. Without ever knowing the truth. About ourselves. About anyone, for that matter. --Jim Broede