The wound of my soul

The journal became her confidante, her silent witness to the unspoken burdens she carried. In the privacy of her room, she poured out her anxieties, her fears, and the gnawing loneliness that gnawed at her soul. She wrote about her fragile self-esteem, the constant fear of being seen, her longing for connection, for someone to truly understand the unspoken pain in her young heart. Her pen danced across the page, weaving tales of whispered secrets and unspoken truths. She wrote about the taunts of other children, the isolating sting of feeling different. She confessed her struggles with self-harm, the desperate attempts to silence the pain that echoed in her soul.