I live inside my own head too much. I am the listener. The observer. I keep my own council. The very essence of a Scorpio is the keeper of secrets. But even the keeper must have some release.

The bitch of it is, when you keep your own council for a long period of time, you find that when you do need that release, you have no one trusted at your side. I am finding very few resources left to me. I don't know if I've pushed people away, or they have gotten into the habit of expecting me only to listen. Maybe it's both. I realize I put myself in this position by my own twisted behavior.

I would turn to this blog, to allow a small purge, but even this is not a place I can ease my mind. I can not share my thoughts in good conscious. So I meditate. I pull each piece out and examine it. Asking myself, do I need to carry this and why. I find that there is a lot I can put down. They are not my issues to deal with, my role is only support or maybe to offer an opinion, if asked. However, they leave a residue. There is a cost for keeping secrets, the burden of knowledge.

S