I sit here on my phone, and I see it right there on the screen. The friend with the secret. The one the world forgot. The one who hides because she is afraid of who will love her if they know her, truly. And my heart breaks. This friend. This heart that hides thinking hiding is safety and safety is goal and aren’t we all the heart that hides? Don’t we all have our secret spaces of unspoken broken we push to the far corners of our lives because the fear of being known and unloved, that weight is too great and its so much easier to give half self,…