When I was little, my mom helped me create very colorful, illustrated journals. For years, she made me write about special happenings with colored pencils and I had to draw pictures for most of the entries. Then, when I started up with middle school, there was less time for these journals. And when those brain problems started for me halfway through eighth grade, the journals sort of fell by the wayside—writing and thinking suddenly got so much harder for me again. That’s how it’s been for a long time now—I guess it’s that becoming a teen-ager has changed my brain. I sure hope things get easier someday. I’m tired of everything being such hard work all the time.
from Journal 2004
from Journal 2007