LeSigh. I'm torn, one way or another.
It is truly the worst feeling when I have burning thoughts, but recognize the space I created can't house them. I've become completely dependent on writing to express my emotions, to dump the reeling thoughts out on paper. Luckily the journal I started this year fills the void. It's a safe place where I don't have to hide behind what others will think. I'm still learning how to accept that locking them away in a private notebook is a wonderful compromise.
The upside is that my thoughts are released and validated, they have the potential to make it into this space someday. Honoring expression with a pen in hand, onto the lined pages of my Moleskine is more satisfying than keep them bottled up.