I found this in an old diary/scrapbook. I am throwing out many of my old journals. The person I was in those journals is not the person I am today. I used them to express good and bad things when I had no one to talk to. They were for no one but me.
I remember carrying this around with me for many years, and finally gluing it into one of my journals. I believe my godmother gave it to me. She knew I was struggling with the loss of my family and not able to talk about it to anyone.
I am so sorry you had to go through all this… I never really thought about throwing any of my journals. To me they are a testimony of who I was back then and it helps me see how much I have progressed. I have met a girl who would write in the same diary over and over again. She would write over the same text all the time. It’s very interesting how each person deals with their journals.
I never read them after I have written in them. It was just so cathartic to get everything out.
This is so precious. Thanks for sharing.