June 1, 2018
I started writing at the insistence of my therapist because, turns out, I couldn’t verbally express myself. Weird right? I’m this super wordy, always chatty person who seemed to be emotionally stunted. I couldn’t yell about it, I refused to cry about it, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to confront anyone about it. So I journaled. I said all the horribly nasty, unbearably sad, and basically just pathetic monologues in my personal journal.