A lot of The Girl with the Journal was written about my family. How they treated me how they didn’t respect some of my decisions. If any of you have ever felt rejected I know how that feels. I trusted God with all those problems and eventually came to a better place in life. I wrote the people who are supposed to care the most, they don’t care at all. I felt betrayed by my family. Because of them I almost lost my health my sanity my future. They never talked to me about anything and they knew what it was I was going through. They just watched. Now they are gone and I know why it’s because they do not deserve to be in my life. Their inner life was a secret and sometimes I feel like I don’t know who they were. Were they good or bad? That is the question.