Realise that this is completely my fault, so that's not the issue.
When DH and I got married and moved in together, I threw out my diaries. 6 of them, stemming my life from age 11 to 23 with everything that comes through those ages.
I threw them out because DH wasn't interested in them and part of me was disappointed at his lack of acknowledgement of my (colourful) past. I threw them out because if he DID ever miraculously take an interest, I thought what was in them may hurt him. And I threw them out because at the time I was wrapped up with being newly wed, fairly young still and sentimentality over the past was a million miles from my mind - we were decluttering to start fresh new lives together. I haven't really thought about them since.
Today, for no particular reason at all, it hit me like a slap in the face that they're gone forever. All those memories, good and bad, lost to landfill that I can never get back.
I feel like I've lost part of myself, totally gutted. I know it's my fault. And I know I'm probably being completely dramatic, but still....