…because we can always take our time.
It’s been a really long while.
I went back and forth viewing Tumblr. Hesitating. Thinking hard.
Whether I would really like to go back to any form of journaling; writing about my thoughts and my feelings.
I think some things do take time. Like healing.
As a child, I fell in love with the idea that I could write about anything in my diary. I went on for years. Until life happened. Shitty people, unwanted circumstances, traumatic experiences, and deep scars that will not easily heal with time.
I think it was when I was starting college that I burned all my diaries. Everything. All the years I spent writing. I burned them all.
I guess I never really recovered from that heartbreak. Every time I would think of starting a journal—whether traditional or online—I would always have this looming anxiety. Distrust. Heartbreak all over again.
But I want to slowly, no matter how late, face this anxiety. I want to try and rebuild whatever it is that has been broken in me…
…because we can always take our time. Even if we have to do it alone.








