It’s been difficult reading my journals. It has been all the things one would expect when reflecting on their formative years. The mortified feeling I have when I read some of those angstier entries of my teenage years. The desperation of my early twenties. Although I have read these journals several times over, for some reason this time I am feeling it all so differently than I have in the past.
After reading a lot of these journals I have come to one main conclusion. Up until I met Brandon, at nearly age 26, I was a deeply unhappy person.