In 2006, I started writing on Open Diary. I was 24 years old and my life was on a collision course with catastrophe. Within the course of two years, I was married, had a baby, divorced, and almost died of sepsis. The friends I made on Open Diary kept me sane and kept me alive, quite literally. I am still close with several of them, but since Facebook and all of the other social media sites hit the market it seems like people just don’t read long form diary-type stuff anymore. OD died and Prosebox just didn’t take off with the same life OD had. I’m so glad it’s still here, though, because I uploaded all of my old OD entries to this account and I love to come back and read them. They contain so many lost moments – things I would have forgotten if it weren’t for my daily habit of writing. But writing just isn’t the same without the audience.
I want to write again, and January 1st is as good a time as any to make that promise to myself and to you, if you choose to read me. I am a completely different person now than I was back in 2006 – I live in a different state, I am with a different man, I have a different job, and things are much better but also still very messy. I still struggle with depression and self-esteem, and I struggle with raising my special needs son who is now nearly 13 (!). I struggle with my darker impulses and my hatred for my ex-husband, my son’s father. I’m forging a path for myself in a new career, too – I used to be a teacher. All in all, my 30s have been much better than my 20s were, and I am hoping this decade is also much better than the last.
Join me if you’d like.
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