The beginning of I.G.J. diaries

I have to be blunt, at least here, for my dark, scared, desperate self, I have to.

I never thought my life story was worth telling or writing about, mostly because my stories became a repetitive sound in my head as I told them over and over again to people who I was close to or with whom, in time, I became close.

Now you may be wondering, what made me do it. That's a really good question and the answer is "refuge". Writing became my closest friend and my healing at the same time. I just can't ditch it.

For the people who encouraged me to "start writing already", I want to share my stories, the way I experience them now or have experienced them when I was younger, I want my older self to be able to relieve those moments and to get unlimited moments of nostalgia.