
Dear Diary, 27, A Love Letter
This is an extra special one, “the purpose of writing these reflections is not about the take away. It is simply the process of consenting, continued acknowledgement.”

Dear Diary, 22, Joy
Holding on to life by finding taking things less serious. It calls for a dance!

Dear Diary, 21, Blossoming
What does it mean to love yourself? I don’t really know because it is a unexplainable feeling that I did not really know or feel it until last week. I understand one does not need to understand to find trust and love.

Dear Diary, 19, Trust
Issues with trust, I totally get it. And trusting myself had been the hardest, particularly when I have let myself down so many time before.

Dear Diary, 11, And the Crash
Had a metaphorical crash, now it is time to sit and cry for a bit. I’m walking away from it; could have been a lot worse. Remember, always wear a helmet.