In the quiet solitude of my room, I picked up the leather-bound journal that had been gathering dust in box packed away on the top shelf. The scent of the pages reminded me of the countless nights I'd spent scribbling my thoughts into its embrace, my secrets inked in the dead of night. With a sigh, I unclipped the book and hovered my finger over the first page, feeling the weight of my decision to finally share my most in...