For three years, I've felt like someone who legitimately saw an alien. The writing was on the wall, the evidence was undeniable and staring me in the face at every turn...but it seemed like no one would believe me if I talked about it. Now, I'm talking. And realizing just how ordinary and believable everything was. The secrets I've been fostering are dying of exposure. And for the first time, I feel like I can actually accept them and move on.
Hopefully that's all of the probing I have to endure for a while.