I’ve been reading old journals from teen years (am 42) and I never did journal with the same kind of understanding I have of it now or with the same kind of awareness and intent as you describe here. But I’m so glad to find that I allowed myself to be angry on the page. I didn’t know I did that. Not ever where it really belonged. I didn’t write about my parents for instance but I’m pretty sure journaling even without the awareness was one of the reasons I survived.
I’ve been reading old journals from teen years (am 42) and I never did journal with the same kind of understanding I have of it now or with the same kind of awareness and intent as you describe here. But I’m so glad to find that I allowed myself to be angry on the page. I didn’t know I did that. Not ever where it really belonged. I didn’t write about my parents for instance but I’m pretty sure journaling even without the awareness was one of the reasons I survived.
Fair enough & pragmatic
this was my sign to journal this morning!