Years ago, i came across my diary from when i was 10 years old, and i threw it away, embarrassed by the things that were written in it, and afraid someone in my family would somehow find and read it (though that was unlikely, as i was gettied married and moving out). Now, i HUGELY REGRET having thrown it out. I think it could have helped my therapy work now. Unfortunately, i've forgotten what was written in it. I can only recall that it was full of pain.