The truth about what happened to me isn’t even found in my own journal.
The reason I love my journals so much is because I can write the truth to myself. I don’t think its particularly relevant where and when you tell the truth except when its to yourself. If you can keep your inner compass alive by writing your truths alone, then you will always be ok. What are some truths you know but don’t feel comfortable telling others?
My friends and I grew up in the 1990’s and we didn’t give much thought to why we were doing what we were doing a lot of the time. There were certain things that young adults and eventual adults were supposed to eventually get around to doing: travel, university degrees, buying homes, having families, being successful, being healthy, being wild and free, collecting great art, helping humanity solve its greatest problems, wearing fabulous clothes, being kind to everyone, falling in love and so on and so on.
I used to be scared of dying. I didn’t want to leave everyone I knew behind. So then I thought, what would be the opposite of dying … to live forever I suppose. But that was equally terrifying. Would I get bored? So I took these two things I was scared of and wondered what would happen if I blended them together in my brain.