Reading over old diary entries

Isn’t it kind of depressing?

In all fairness, it completely depends on your childhood and your entries, but man, from the way I detail everyday events, my life sounded pretty horrible. I think I just felt powerless — at home, at school, with my crushes — and apparently my mom yelled at me a lot. I wonder if I should include that in my memoir…

In any case, I’m really glad I had a journal(s). Did you keep journals growing up? Were they helpful in any way?