yesterday, i sat on a friends couch and was telling her about my book. i told her how it felt like i had this puzzle and how im stressing putting all the pieces together so that it makes a coherent and entertaining story. i just started rambling like i do
(hi, im chris. have we met?) and i started telling her the topics im covering and the stories im telling and i mentioned how im writing the story of the sexual abuse from my childhood. its like i didnt even realize what i was saying. this book is almost a secret for me. i have only allowed a handful of people to read very minimal passages and when my mouth dropped that bomb it was like i accidentally told my mom i bought a bag of weed with my lunch money.
my friend noticed a change in my face and made note of it. i was hoping she wouldnt but she did.
today, i was riding my bike to my moms house to apologize for not feeding her cats while she was on vacation and i started thinking about how if my mom ever read any of my earlier books i would be mortified... but then i thought about what would happen if she ever got ahold of what im working on now, it would kill her. like, ruin. but what do i do now? the damn thing is almost finished. it is literally the most vulnerable and open thing i have ever written by miles and i have made a commitment to me (and you) to always challenge myself and try to out-do what i did last. (because its not about what you've done, its about what you're doing and where you want to be)
i rolled up to my moms house and we sat on opposite couches and she asked me how i was doing.
i said fine.
she said, "no, i mean are you doing okay? when i dont see you for long periods of time i get worried about you. it usually means you're depressed and when i ask you if you're depressed you always just say that you're fine."
i looked up and away and said, "im fine."
but what am i supposed to say? "hi mom, i just wrote about the time i was molested in the back room of a funeral home while you were on the other side of the wall burying your father and son?"
i always said that the only time i know when im doing the best i can is when it makes me nervous.
this goes beyond nervous and into terrifying.
i am terrified to let you read this.

Current Music: the cult - she sells sanctuary.