The last time I wrote a diary was in Year 3.
Filled with bad spelling and extremely cringey recounts, the green leafy book includes details that help to describe my mind back when I was nine. With pages nearly full, the diary still however, feels inaccurate in depicting exactly who I was in 2011 – with my memories from nine year old me’s ‘crazy’ life, feeling different when depicted on paper.
Almost 11 years on, my sense of self is still muddled and evolving. I frequently feel myself grasping at assumptions drawn upon my life by others, in hopes of some stability.
The diary I’ve kept for this work – ‘The Month of May’, draws together aspects of my life from the past month.
I invite you to take a step into my diary; to flick pages and to move pieces.
To construct your own story and come to your own conclusions.
