Looking Back

Just spent the last half hour browsing an old journal. I was hoping for some insight into the old me. It was really just full of day to day gibberish about things and people i was obsessing about at the time and just really made me glad i am not as bad as that anymore.

i didn't find a single thing worth mentioning here or even worth keeping. i was very busy writing about things that didn't matter so i could hide from myself the real problems i was having. It seems a very common trait with me in my past.

So in all i gained the knowledge that i was a very scared little girl for the majority of my life. i still am scared but no longer of what i may find inside myself. i believe that is most likely a problem faced by almost everyone not just those of us with mental illnesses. i also learned that my previous journeying skills really really sucked and i need major work on my penmanship :)