• #MondayBlogs,  Self Talk

    Why I Stopped Journaling And How It’s Made Me Happier and Healthier

    Once, a long time ago, I thought that my journals had magical powers. Journals, were, since I had started writing in one at age 14, a place were all my feels (and believe me, I had a lot of feels) were safe. My journals were a place that I could take out my feels.  I could analyze them. I could ruminate on them. I took each thought as if it were a pebble from a pocket run my fingers across its jagged edges. With a journal you can go back and remember pain. I would analyze events and observations the way an astronomer analyzes the stars. I wanted clarity perhaps, or…