Anonymous

I vaguely recall loving the anonymity of a blog such as this.
I went to great lengths to disguise myself - my family, my job, my home.
I loved it. It was fun.

I strongly recall hating the invisibility of a life such as mine.
I'm calling out to be heard in the real world - be seen, be loved, be helped.
I need it. It's not fun.

I want to remember a merge of both of these worlds.
Where I can be invisible but heard without judgement - my thoughts, my fears, my joys.
But seen there. Where it matters.

(found this post from a few months ago listed as draft - figured I may as well post it - even if it's not necessarily what I feel now)