Thanks, w_i.

Sometimes I regret sharing because I'm afraid I come off as self-absorbed. Like, who really cares OB, about your stuff. Oh woe is me, no one cared about little Blossom. Boo hoo.
Please, Orange don't regret sharing any of it. You are not self-absorbed, you are honest and caring.
If someone should feel that way about it? It's about them and not you.
Please don't buy into that game...
But other times when I'm not berating myself, I think perhaps I'm being a voice for those who can't find theirs.
Bingo!
You are a voice for others; we all are...what we share is not just for us. It's for those who aren't ready to share, but still glean something that helps them.
Many times I have read a sentence or paragraph that made a world of difference in how I felt...it let me know that I was not alone.
If we don't share, If we remain silent, then we may have chains still on; chafing but still wrapped around us.
But mostly, I relate BIG TIME to what Hunny said about how she feels her stuff -- "wasn't that bad" -- because that's exactly how I feel about mine. I almost feel ridiculous for even writing about it.

Jmo, but one of the hardest things facing us IS NOT MAKING COMPARISONS--that was not meant as shouting.
Trauma is trauma is trauma.
Individual, yes. Less important? No.