This week’s addict was brought to my attention via an email from a reader named Reema. Krystina wrote about her life-long habit of journaling at her website, Baraka Birth.
“I’ve been keeping a journal since 1991, when at age nine I was a gap-toothed kid tearing up the playground in New Delhi, India. That first book, a black plastic bound lockable book (the key long since lost, the lockable bit cut off), took me all the way through 8th grade. It chronicled not only those years as a little kid (“Dear Diary, Today we got a puppy!â€) but also my first period, my first love, my first experiences of isolation and loneliness in middle school, the dreams I had of boys and movie stars whom I’d rank with drawings of hearts and lips….”
Read more, and see more photos, at My Life in Journals.
What an inspiration and such beautiful journals.