Starting and sticking with it

When I was 12, I got a diary for my birthday. I'm pretty sure I bought it with the birthday money my Grandma gave me. Anyway, I really wanted to "do" this diary. I was very disciplined about writing an entry every single day for the whole entire year. I am not sure what happened to the diary after I left my mother's home at 20 years old to live on my own. It would have been interesting to see what banal observations and teen angst I would have written about, of course my father was reading it and was not very good at being sneaky about it, so a lot of what I wrote was in code. (The following year, I got a copy of the modern English Bible, "The Way" and read it, chapter by chapter in it's entirety. Took me a little more than the year for that one). So here I am, at 46 years old.  I suffered through such grueling trauma over the past year with my health and am still trying to recover emotionally. I have been meaning to start another journal, if for nothing else to get my thoughts out and on paper- to aid in healing. While on vacation with my husband and youngest daughter, I was shopping in a bookstore in Japantown in San Francisco. They had a selection of cute journals, so I picked one up. That was right before my birthday, almost 2 months ago. The journal is sitting next to my bed. Blank.

So I am starting a blog. Although the main purpose is to vent, I also would like to share. In sharing, I want to be able to be myself without judgement, as it defeats the purpose of journaling if I have to censor what I say to not offend someone's sensibilities.