Ink-Stained Memories

Dear Diary,

I wanted to take a moment to open up and share apart of my life that I've kept hidden for a long time. Growing up wasn't easy for me, and while there were good times sprinkled in, there were also a lot of tough moments. Today, I finally feel ready to talk about it and embrace my journey.

I remember sitting with friends, listening to their childhood stories filled with family vacations, silly fights with siblings, and joyful family reunions. It bought me comfort to hear these tales, knowing that they had experienced a childhood so different from mine. But it also made me feel a tinge of sadness, reminding me of the memories I never had.

Instead of those cherished moments, I remember the early mornings I spent in the backseat of my case worker's car, unsure of where I was headed next. The anxiety that consumed me, not knowing if the next placement would be a good one or not. The tears I shed, whether it was because of a evil foster parent or the heartache from leaving behind an amazing one. It was a chaotic, unorganized, and lonely time for me.

But here's the thing, I've come to realize that none of what happened was within my control. And now, I find myself in a place where I do have control over my life. Every new place I go or every new person I meet is because of the choices I make. I am determined to create a positive atmosphere for myself, those around me, and any future children I may have. I want to provide them with the love and stability that I longed for as a child.

I also want to take a moment to acknowledge the people who showed me kindness along the way. I had some incredible case worker's, sweet foster parents, and supportive teacher's who made a lasting impact on my life. Their kindness taught me the importance of being compassionate and understanding towards others.

Sending my love and gratitude to you all! 🫶🏾

Sincerely,

Aqua