Today it got out. All the stuff that's been bothering me for months (years?) found an outlet. And the people who heard it were gracious, loving, and supportive. The main person I need to forgive put their side of the story out, as did I, and we have started to reconcile.
I feel so much lighter now. (Except for my screwed-up knee, but that happened last week.)
It would be nice, and fairly true, to say that "from that time forth Eustace was a different boy." To be strictly accurate, he began to be a different boy. He had relapses. There were still many days when he could be very tiresome. But most of those I shall not notice. The cure had begun.-- C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
To God be the glory.