A huge bucket of family drama was upended on me yesterday and when I sat down to write about it, I got all vague and glossed over it, even though I probably need to get it out somehow. I trust the people in my life not to read my journal but seemed like a risk or even a betrayal of confidence to put the words down.
Do you hold anything back, or is it all laid out bare? How did you get past the internal censor so you could write to clear your head?
I write with the assumption that my journals will be read either when I’m not around, or after I die. Were I to write everything, I’d have to burn the books when I finish one, and there’s stuff in them I’d prefer to keep.