Oh wow! That's pretty cool. I'm not sure why I decided to read them today. I was having a really bad day earlier, very shaky and paranoid. I had to drive my daughter to work and go pick up some medicine at the pharmacy. I thought I was going to loose my **it when I was out. I came home thinking I would lay down and try to relax. I saw my stack of diaries on my shelf and just picked one up and started reading. It actually helped me feel better. There were things that were very hard to read and hurt to remember. But I kept reading and I was able to see the hell I lived through and it made me think wow, I've come a long way. I only went back as far as 2007. Anything before that I couldn't deal with today. So I've loaded all those diaries up in a big black trash bag and I'm fixing to take them out to the dumpster. I'm done with those now. It feels good to be done with them and to know that I will never see them again.