Diaries are personal, and somewhat secretive. They contain thoughts and experiences that we shy away from sharing.
Today I came across a notebook, in the MRI waiting area, titled “Draw while you wait.”
The notebook was simple in design, a modest brown cover, with the words written in black.
As I started to flip through the worn pages, there were messages written by survivors, elderly people, caregivers, sick people’s children and people starting their journey into the unknown world of illness.
A few of the messages struck me.
People I had never met wrote messages I could relate to. The messages made me feel like all of these people experienced what I experience and understand.
A few of the messages stood out. One woman said “I had the C’s twice in my twenties. And now I’m in my early thirties but I don’t think it’s coming back anytime soon.”
Another man wrote “I was given 6 months to live but it’ll be 5 years next month.”
Someone else wrote “I feel alone and afraid. I want to go to heaven but I also don’t want to leave my kids and my husband but I’m in so much pain.”
Another lady wrote “A day above ground in a good day.”
The pages were filled with words and feelings that made me feel at home.
What a neat idea to start public diaries in places where people lose their voice. In places where writing, as tears run down our face, is liberating and empowering.
When things get hard, and life seems to throw awful and unfair situations your way – write.
Write when you feel sad, write when you feel happy and write when your thoughts are too heavy to bare.
To know your story is helping others, in similar situations, while bringing personal peace of mind.
Let the struggles of others make you strong, empathetic and accepting.
Use your words, and not necessarily your voice, to help shape the world around you.
I challenge you to start your own public diary, in the form of thoughtful words.