The entries from this first journal are absolutely excruciating to read. It is extremely strange and a little sad to revisit this 11-year old version of myself and contend with how vulnerable she was. I want to acknowledge my desires to omit certain things from these early entries, but I feel as though it would be a disservice to the project to do so. I also want to push back against the urge to defend myself– that is not what this is about. That being said…………….. please excuse the intense christianity. It’ll get better, but not before it gets much, much worse.
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Born in 1996 Over the coming months, I'll be publishing several journal entries a day in chronological order. I began journaling in 2007, when I was eleven years old. Even then I wrote as though I were archiving my life, collecting details about my world. As I grew older, journaling became more of a description of my emotional world. I am an aspiring creative nonfiction writer who is producing very little since graduating college this Spring. But with this unusually thorough account of my entire adolescence, I feel as though I have been given a gift that has been under my nose this whole time. This is a practice in forgiveness and vulnerability. It is also a way to laugh at myself. View all posts by uuggla