The other day I sent someone an e-mail, and in it I shared some personal details of my life. Personal thoughts. Personal feelings.

I am now overcome with the feeling that I should not have sent it. However, there’s nothing I can do about it now, unless I feign some sort of mental illness that set in quite rapidly. Either that or claim it was an April Fool’s Day joke.

But it wasn’t. Everything I said in that message was the truth.