I have mentioned in my story that I began journaling in 5th grade as a way to help me cope with anxiety, perfectionism, and depression. This is something I continued to do as a teenager. It gave me an outlet for my emotions and all the various issues I dealt with during this confusing, somber time of my life. Writing is and will always be my outlet for expressing myself, in a way my spoken word has always failed me at. Writing is my consolation and therapy. An outlet for expression. My soul’s exhalation.
The following is the journal entry I wrote the day my father died. It is part of my reminiscence.
My dad died today at 6:30 a.m. in a car crash. He hit a semi and was killed immediately. My whole family is devastated, including my best friends. I loved him so much and now he’s gone. I remember his sense of humor and how he always loved me, and wanted the best for me. I also remember how he last looked; dressed nice, ready to be a pallbearer at Blanche’s funeral. He came over and told me he loved me and I kissed him goodbye. I love you dad and I’ll see you in heaven.
Peace, Love, and Happiness,