Quite honestly, I'm enjoying this forum immensely. I tried journaling. It was never as real as this seems to feel. Maybe Its because this has a chance to be read; acknowledged. But its not like i don't go to therapy. I go and talk about my trauma. I hope to work my fucked brain out. This, though, is different. I wanna look back in future years and see what, precisely, I was going through.
But another part of me knows, I won't be there to look.