I have a box of journals... maybe 40-50 of them.
I started keeping them from the year I turned 15, until the year I moved in with Hubby.
20 years of my life is recorded, described, and inscribed in here.
Though I was inspired to photograph them, I wasn't prepared to see them.
Or read them.
It's as though the emotional content had a voice... and this voice was so loud,
that my head exploded.
So I decided to put everything back inside until I'm ready to open them one at a time.
to be continued....