I landed my first IP when I was 18 because of my damn journal. My dad found it and showed it to pdocs and they said it was suicidal ideation and graphic. So my dad signed a petition. Wtf ever. When I got out, i tossed all my journals in the fireplace. Years of poetry and memories turned to ash. Not sure if I was sad or relieved. 12 years later, I’m still terrified to journal in fear I’ll get in trouble again. I try to start writing and I end up freaking out and destroying it.