Truth as cliché
I had been reluctant to talk about my truth. I feared that my truth, once spoken, may separate from me as an individual story, to be caught by others to touch and knead, contaminate with their interpretation or worse, with cliché. I also feared that if my truth were laid out in front of me, I might be deceived by it, because what I thought was mine and I had known, might turn out to be completely alien.