I was cleaning today and stumbled upon journals from 8-10 years ago. Iโm so grateful that I kept them because they are a reminder of how much Iโve grown, the many lives Iโve lived, and the people that have come and gone.
a side note is that I wasnโt particularly fond of the prose lol
Helps me process, remember, clarify, detangle, be human.
Iโm also grateful for the record of my (inner) life that those journals provide. I rarely go back to them and re-read, but maybe someday.
I have a hard time feeling like myself sometimes or being able to put to words who I am, but my journal from senior year of high school jogs me right back to where I started and what my core essence is. highly recommend if you have them, and doubly so if you experienced Something that put a wrench in your identity but have journals from before that event. everyone should be putting their life to words!