Stories

I've never been good at telling my story. As the oldest of five, I've learned from an early age that my story wasn't important. The fact that I've been trained as a reporter makes this even more ingrained. Even when I know that I need to tell somebody, like now, when I'm so lonely that it hurts and my life is spiraling out of control again, I can't tell anybody. I talk to my sister everyday and listen to her talk about her life, but I don't know how to even start talking about mine. My story isn't important, but why does it hurt so much?