“In the most silent hour of your night, ask yourself this: Must I write?”
Rilke

Simone de Beauvoir once wrote: “What an odd thing a diary is: the things you omit are more important than those you put in.”
Why wasn’t I writing? Maybe I was afraid of putting it all down on paper, of acknowledging the bad parts, the ones that wouldn’t be pretty to look back on someday, the ones that collided with the stories I was telling myself.
Because as bad as things were looking, I had not yet given up on the possibility of a happy ending. You can fool yourself in your own head, but there is no lying to a piece of paper.
Endings… We all become stories in the end.