existential type-safety

I find myself in the unfortunate position of

I find myself (phrasing intentional, we'll come back to this, you and I) in a place prior to the dynamics of fortune.

I keep a kind of private language. I write everything down in public, so my private language is effectively open-sourced, but it's still private because I don't use it except in addressing myself (there's that word again). I write the balance of what I experience (homophone observed and the question of its intentionality tabled for later).

I seem to be a maintainer of trade language?