Say hello to your destruction

Someone once told me to " write down everything I felt", promised that it would help. But all I remember of keeping a journal was the excruciating experience of sitting down and thinking of the very things I yearn to forget, calling back memories I desperately push away. But in the end, I keep clinging on to the tiny, tiny hope that maybe, just maybe, it would help, that I would, one day,live without these memories- like I'm leaving them behind as I anchor them in words. So, I'll continue writing, leaving my pain across these pages, with the hope that one day I will be free.