I am pissed as hell.
I have been angry for days and I’m not sure why. It’s completely unlike me to be this way. I’ve thought about it, talked about it, even tried meditating.
But when I started journaling, things began to make sense.
My journal helped me see what I couldn’t see for myself.
When I opened my journal and started writing, it was like the floodgates opened. I wrote so hard and fast I thought I was going to rip the paper.
Sometimes our emotions need an outlet.
We might try to stuff them back in with food or a stiff drink, but that’s really not the healthiest idea. (Enough drinks and they may come out anyway.)
Even if you can’t see right away what is causing your feelings, or if there’s not much you can do about the situation, it’s still good to vent.
A journal lets you do that safely.
You can write things in your journal that you would never say. Getting it all down on paper lets you get it out without anyone else knowing.
Journals can be very valuable at times.
I took care of my dad for the final part of his life. We never really got along and things didn’t change because he was sick.
Still, I could bite my tongue, treat him kindly and with respect, and visit my journal later.
Even if you have a wonderful relationship with someone, helping them through that final transition is hard. A journal could be your best friend.
Whether you’re angry, confused, happy, sad, or just dreaming — anytime you feel a need to get your emotions out — privately — a journal is the perfect thing.
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