I have journaled for nearly 38 years. Off and on as a child and teenager, stopping mostly out of fear of having my innermost feelings and thoughts on display for a pesky brother to find and mock me for his own amusement. As an adult I have found it tremendously helpful.  Going through 3 years of back to back tramas it was the only thing that helped me sort it all out. As you journal the truth appears on the pages, whether you want it to or not. Your heart speaks through your fingers and whether you write it manually or type it out, the words seem to bypass your mind and the insight it can give you into yourself is mind blowing. You can journal yourself out of devastating events, and you can journal your way through sheer joy so you can recall it anytime you need that extra boost.

The truth always comes out. Now you can choose to follow that guidance or go the other way. I did the other way for a nice long time and I can say from experience that is a bad idea, but hey, you’re living your own life and I don’t want to judge you. God knows, my life has been riddled with bad decisions.

Journaling also clears the gunk, the mental junk that this life deposits in your mind. It calms the crazy and helps clear the pain. It gives you a clean slate to start the morning fresh.

Try it and see. It is a gift to give yourself 30 minutes to center and clear. It works wonders if you give it a chance.

It is also important that your best friend know where you store them or be given passwords. Because in the event of your death, you’ll want them destroyed. No one should be subjected to that level of crazy. Stacy, this means you. 

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