The more I dealt with, the more I wrote. I wrote about everything, and the sporadic thoughts, outbursts, and dreams were still there, but there were a lot more summaries of my day. I realize now that keeping a diary has also kept my sanity. Writing about the arguments that I got into with best friends, the betrayal by former boyfriends, and the disconnect I felt with my parents helped me to process my thoughts in a positive way because I was able to vent free of judgement from others. I notice that I'm more prone to share my feelings with people when I haven't journaled about them, and there's always a risk...no a guarantee that I'll hurt someone when that happens.