One of my closest friends at the time grew tired of seeing me silent. I wouldn’t talk about how I felt for months; I barely talked at all. I bottled everything up. Of course, this was incredibly unhealthy for me. I wasn’t allowing my heartbreak to heal and I wasn’t making the effort to pick myself up. My friend presented me with a wood covered diary with gold-lined paper for me to get my thoughts and emotions out. And so I poured – I stayed up nights filling the pages with writing.