I...

became so lost for words, or rather the words in my mind stayed there and my hands froze in type.

So I wrote in my notebook instead. My truth, uncensored by cordialities and the need to protect others, but it is not glamorous and instead, extremely scary, like discovering a lump in your breast, or similar.

What typing won't give you: pen marks on your tummy, a shroud of secrecy through illegible handwriting.