A diary is often a place one holds their deepest thoughts, dreams, and pain. This is often kept in secret. For me at least, it is a place where I am most vulnerable and raw. I have spent the last 30 years of my life hiding behind an image I tried to portray, pretending life was perfect, not showing my insecurities. Here I am today, taking off the mask, and sharing my truth in case this might serve others and benefit someone in their journey of life. And if it doesn’t, that’s okay too. I am grateful to be able to live authentically. Welcome to my diary.
