I was cleaning today and stumbled upon journals from 8-10 years ago. I’m so grateful that I kept them because they are a reminder of how much I’ve grown, the many lives I’ve lived, and the people that have come and gone.
a side note is that I wasn’t particularly fond of the prose lol
Helps me process, remember, clarify, detangle, be human.
I’m 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!
like actually talking to it. really connecting. not just using it. listening, asking questions, dialoguing. “what does this feel like?” “do you like this?” “does this feel bad?” “are you okay” “im sorry i didnt listen” ”you are right lets go eat” etc.
