Glitch in the Matrix

I knew there would come a day when I wish I'd be one of those bloggers who don't have some kind of internal blocking mechanism, which doesn't allow me to write the whole truth, the whole story. I wish I was an online extravert with ease to type the words down and let it all out. To draw a picture, describe the feelings, vent the anger, maybe come to some kind of a conclusion.

I cannot do that. Even if I tried I wouldn't have a clue how to put it down in words, even in my mother tongue. Or maybe especially in my mother tongue. For a person that has a flare for writing at occasions like this I'm completely lost for words. Despite the fact, that I now yearn for a word in return, for a sparkle of understanding, solidarity, a good thought or a simple - it's going to be fine.

So maybe I will have to just say it to myself and make an effort to believe it. Cause when you believe strong enough, things happen.
A friend once told me that superwomen do not have problems. Their problems are just a glitch in the matrix. I know I've seen the black cat so many times that I couldn't lie to myself anymore, but, please, let it just be another glitch in the matrix, a tiny change that will straighten the wrinkles, correct the mistakes, make this place a better one. Right now it's really dark and scary.