I think that the discipline of writing opens up oneself to a vulnerable authentic side that no one really knows, except perhaps your most intimate relations, a side more hidden than the dark side of the moon. Vulnerability can be scary, and so does being authentic. They both put the spotlight on you for all the world to see — perhaps you would feel judged by what others uncover. Perhaps ashamed or embarrassed of what people may think.
But does that really matter? Can you really control who you are, and the stories of self you may want tell? Being in that spotlight can also be liberating, uplifting even. Like a sunflower turning its face to the unerring brightness of the sun. Imagine the freedom of not being afraid anymore. Imagine the countless words waiting to pour out from yourself like a new fount of clear spring.
Imagine the possibilities.