I started writing into a diary to escape a period in my life. Before that I did confide into my women friends. When I realized they had spoken to others, I felt mortified.
Then I found my safe place in a diary. I could say anything I wanted to. I could pour out my anger into the pages. The only precaution was not to let anyone see it.
I could have written to my son, but he is a sensitive person, and I knew he would suffer grief on my behalf. It was no use writing to him. My daughter offered extreme solutions, and I was fearful to act upon them.
For me it seemed the diary was a great friend. The only drawback was it didn’t offer solution.
I look back to that period, and feel happy now it’s over. I will do it again if any need arises.