“It’s as though with each reread you leave a piece behind, a sliver of the past pressed for your future self to find. Until it’s no longer the story that makes you pull it out of the shelf, but the chance to reunite with younger versions of yourself.”

By E.H. 

“Old Diary”

Fiction. Based on a True Found Diary.

By Viviany

This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

Trigger Warning: our program often motivates people to discuss their trauma. If you find yourself feeling overwhelmed, please, take a step back to address emotional flashbacks and trauma before continuing to push yourself. If you are experiencing a medical emergency, call 911 or the National Suicide Hotline at (1-800) 273-8255.

Pages and pages of a person 

I once was

hidden on a shelf 

in the darkest part of a closet. 

Writings of love 

catch my eyes.

A love story, 

without a 

happy ending.

We reserve those for 

fairy tales.

They don’t happen in

real life. 

Tales of agony

make me cry. 

A teenage girl

with no desire to 

live.

Her life 

consumed 

by the one thing

she couldn’t control.

Tales of disappointment 

make me realize 

I was not 

broken. 

Passing the pages 

of tales I don’t 

want to 

re-live. 

Yet, they’re so 

gratifying to 

read.

I am no longer 

the heartbroken teen,

with a lost soul,

and an eager mind. 

Little girl,

you were doing what you were

supposed to be doing.

It was not a failure.

It was a lesson. 

Trust me, 

you’ll get there. 

You’re already

here.