why sometimes i don't say much

I haven't been posting lately. It's not that I don't want to. Well, sometimes I don't. It's too hard. What does one say? Sometimes there are no words left to describe the atrocity when it's all said and done. Sometimes I have lots to say, but the stories are so outrageous, so painful, so heartwrenchingly unique, and I fear the monster that is the HIPAA police. Sometimes they are in the national news.

Don't get me wrong-- it's not that I actually believe that what we do is so special and different. But, I worry that just once someone will see themselves, or someone they know, in the story and it will really be them. Sure, I know I could change more details, but sometimes I can't stand not being true to the story. That is where I am as a writer, I think. I somehow feel that I'm not telling the whole tale, the real truth, if I alter too many things.

So that's why.