“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.
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