How Journaling Helped Me Sort Out My Life — From Small Issues to Heartbreaking Challenges
A journal is more than a place to write; it’s a safe haven to unload your insecurities, desires, and fears.
Since the days I was a pre-teen, I have kept a journal. Back then, it was called a diary.
My first one was red with gold embossing and had a tiny lock and key. And you better believe it — that diary was not only locked but “hidden” under my pillow.
This journal held my most intense and perplexing thoughts, secrets, insecurities, and dreams.
I was twelve, and Billy McDevitt was 14, and we “liked” one another. In that book, I recorded my feelings about him. How our faces stuck together as we sat cheek to sweaty cheek in the darkened movie theater on a Saturday afternoon watching — I have no idea what. No, we didn’t even kiss — too shy for that and too Catholic.
As a fully grown woman, I still record my deep and heartfelt thoughts — the milder to the more significant issues of my day.
I may work out concerns I will face in the upcoming hours or an uncomfortable situation presented on the previous day.
