I currently have nearly 230,000 words in my journal.
Much of my journal focuses on the loss of my face. As a teenager, I suffered second- and third- degree burns to my face and arms due to an accidental encounter with sulfuric acid. I wrote to make sense of what had happened to me, to fully flesh out my feelings, and to come to grips with the pain I was feeling both inside and out. I fought for each word, compiling each letter even when I hardly knew what to say to describe my experience. I wrote because I didn’t know what else to do. I wrote because I felt as if my life depended on it.