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I love this so much!! When I was getting ready to move one time in my late 20s, I came across a box that I had been moving from house to house for over ten years. It was filled with all of my journals. I sat down and began flipping through them and felt sort of sick. I felt like all of the former versions of me suddenly showed up UNINVITED! Then I imagined someone, my parents mostly, finding this box if something ever happened to me and I was horrified. So, I wrapped the box in a black trash bag and took it to a dumpster behind an old warehouse and let it go. I felt like I was dumping a body - not that I would know what that would be like:) but I felt like I was doing something wrong. I remember actually looking around to make sure nobody was watching. To this day, I write and trash. Feels better.

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