All which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down.

Some truths might be too painful to write or rather, they might be too painful to HAVE been written, that is, too painful to read. I was asked to write someone’s story for her, which I did – but reading it for her was hard and overwhelming and I fear may have reinforced the trauma or reignited it. Maybe she oughtn’t to have read it. Maybe it should have been for other people – the ones who need to know about it, the one who have done her wrong. But it didn’t seem right to publish her story without her permission, without her looking it over and sending it forth.
So now the story rests in in limbo doing no one any good.

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