Personal journals

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

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s