I probably wrote a diary on and off from the age of 12 to about 23. I then stopped except for an occasional entry.
Since my children were born I've written nothing.
I don't think my diaries are any good iyswim - they're just full of the names of boys/men I had crushes on and people that had hurt me. Some painful childhood memories. Some lovely like the 6th Form ball and dancing with the teacher I had a huge crush on. But other stuff is just pages of rambling about how this teacher loved me and
he must have looked at me in a certain way.
Interestingly there is one part where I'm flirting with another teacher at the age of 16 and he squeezes my breasts!
There is another part about when I didn't get into a course I really wanted and that was interesting to read - I always thought I had really messed up but I hadn't at all.
There is pages of angst - pain - my father was an alcoholic now dead and a lot of my anger at him and how I felt helpless.
It's shown me about my lack of self worth and self esteem. In some ways it's shown me how lucky I have been to have DH. There is a note of when we first met so that's lovely to see - and me falling in love with him. But it shows how still now I hang or hung my worth on other's perceptions of me.
There is some historic stuff but not much at all. It's mainly who I've snogged or not - it frustrates me at how badly I was treated by some people but blamed myself.
I've not read them in about 10 years but now I feel it's time to throw them away. Have you kept your old diaries/journals?
I feel like maybe it was worth reading them as showing me so much is unresolved and how I still have a lot of similar issues now. I should try lockdown therapy.
Thoughts please? AIBU to throw my diaries away?