At the end of every day, the sun must set. At the end of every night, the moon must fall. At the end of every book, a chapter must end, but not this one, at least not yet. Writing this memoir has taught me so much and has given me the space to get bottled up emotions out in a non harmful way, something that is extremely therapeutic. Over the course of the month I had to write this for a school project, it was refreshing. Something that I don't feel a lot in this world.
My story does not end here, and I don't want an ending any time soon. This story is dedicated to all of the people who have spent time reading and learning from my experiences, to all my readers who care and all the readers that are going through pain. I feel like if I'm not dead, then the story won't end but I'm still not sure about that.
One thing I ask of you all to know, don't expect memoir entries on a certain day. I am only capable of giving you the memories that I have lived, I want this to be an honesty hour and the truth is, memories can't magically appear on the page. Each word you read in this took effort to write, each letter takes work and it's not always easy.
Don't get me wrong though, if it was completely up to me, you guys would be getting hundreds of entries a day but it's just not plausible. So with this last few sentences of this chapter, I apologize for the impossible. But I also hope you guys enjoy and y'all are free to comment and tell me what you think as well as sharing this with your friends that are having a tough time. With each and every bit of my heart, I love you and hope you enjoy My Confessional.
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My Confessional
Non-FictionWriting a memoir at only fifteen years old has taught me a lot. Giving me the time to reflect on the lessons I learned the hard way and the mistakes I've made thus far. I learned, if there is at least two sides to every story, there is at least two...
