This week's writing prompt is "Do you keep a diary or a journal?"
The short answer is no. Now for the long answer.
I never saw the point of keeping a diary or a journal. With a nosy family and a toxic school environment, I saw no need to maintain a a written record of my experiences or the angry and depressing thoughts that accompanied them.
This does not mean that my childhood was one of unrelenting misery or exclusion. I had many good moments that I treasure. But these are private and not for public consumption.
That's the problem with diaries: they're supposed to be private. However, anyone can break those flimsy locks that only keep out the incurious and the honest. Putting down my most private thoughts and feelings into something someone else could read that said someone else wasn't supposed to read--no, that makes no sense. I don't need what's in my head revealed to all and sundry, except as I choose to reveal it.
That's a risk I still have no desire to take.
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