I got my first diary when I was 10 or 11. For several years, I wrote quite regularly. I haven't yet read back my diaries from my teenager years - and I fear that it would all be very cringe-worthy stuff... Especially as not much was actually happening!
This morning, I found my latest diary in my bedside stand. And when I say 'latest': the last entry is from 2006... It was weird reading things that happened 6-7 years ago. Most of it, I can remember very well. Most disappointing was to read that I struggled with the same issues that I am struggling with today. Nevertheless, I do feel that I have come - maybe not a long but at least some - way since back then.
And the struggle/journey continues...
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