The truth about what happened to me isn’t even found in my own journal.
I reckon the most important muscle in the world in the imagination, and it must be exercised constantly in order to stay in tip top shape. Nothing good can be done without first imagining it.
I know I go on and on about everyone telling their story and everyone listening to each others stories like it will save the world (because it will), but it’s interesting to look at what parts of our story we tell others and why.
I’m a big fan of creatures who make big mistakes. Someone once wrote that the reasons we have monsters in our stories, is so that we can see the masters inside of ourselves with greater compassion.