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Diana Kouprina

Location: Boston, United States

Member Since: November 2013

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This is my journey of self discovery, and a recount of the past 20 years. I haven't written anything for almost 4 years.  Me, the person that would go through a journal within a month. Writng, was my escape from reality once upon a time.  I recall when I first purchased my very first journal. It had a pillow-y feel to it. I wrote in it day and night. I was 13. My first year at Dana Hall (all girls boarding school).  My journal, was my best friend when I cracked under pressure, at Dana Hall freshman year of high school. It comforted me when I took a little vacation detour to Westwood Lodge.  (No Westwood lodge was not a ski resort, although how I wish it was. Westwood lodge was were they sent girls like me, who had a break down and an eating disorder. Whoever reads this, my advice is do not send your daughter to an all girls boarding schools. Even if it is her idea, even if she begs you. Even if she gets a full scholar-ship. Even if she constantly tell you she can handle it and that she wants look at all the pretty horses. Do NOT do it!) My high school years came and went.  I only managed to survive Dana from 7-9th grade. That was enough fun for me. The "fun" has lasted me a life time. Thus, I found myself at Winchedon. (I loved this boarding school, for one main reason: 10 of us girls spoke English, the other 20 did NOT. All  of 300 hundred guys spoke English. Hard to come across such a ratio. ). I finished off my high-school escapades in Watertown High. But my high school years is not where my story begins. Nor are my college years at U-Mass. Amherst. Nor, the "drug-filled" summer of 2003, when I met my future ex-husband. 

I want to say my story begins when I first arrived in the US. I was nine.  I left Moscow on the day of my birthday July 30th, 1993. I arrived in New York, City July 30th, 1993. One lucky kid, two birthdays.  As I work  out the creative aspects of  my story, with  many beginnings. I can safely state that my story has only but one ending.

It is what I lived through has made me into the person I was always meant to be. My story is about second chances, and rediscovery of one self. I have finally learned what it is like to be loved and to love. To let go of fear, and to let it be. 


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