It gives me joy, peace and clarity.
A girl asked me once. ‘What is the one thing you can do in your sleep?’ I turned to her, and without thinking, I blurted out, ‘Journalling, it gives me joy’.
And joy – it does give me, indeed.
A pleasure I cannot comprehend when writing about the stress I feel at a moment in time does something to me. As my thoughts come to life in ink form – filling up a blank page also gives me hope.
But how did it start?
When I was a child
I think it started when I was a kid. You see, I recently learned that I am a solitary learner. Solitary learners love keeping a journal to help them process their emotions and make sense of the world around them. They are independent people and have a strong sense of self.
For as long as I can remember, I have always been that way. I wrote letters to myself – accounts of the day that made me feel a certain way. Most of the time, I journaled about the things I was feeling, but I could not understand.
I wrote letters to myself – accounts of the day that made me feel a certain way.
Words of encouragement
Whenever something not so great happened to me during my childhood years, I would find a makeshift journal and write encouraging notes. It was a therapeutic ritual.
Years later, I would pour over my written confessions and affirmations and smile. I smiled because of the encouragement I had written to myself – right there in those journal entries.
As a child, I always knew how to comfort myself. I didn’t need an adult to tell me what I already knew.
Isn’t that beautiful? I always had my own back.
I smiled because of the encouragement I had written to myself – right there in those journal entries.
As I am older and wiser, I know a thing or two about how to soothe myself. I still journal today. In fact, I wrote one to myself a letter just the other day. I also write letters to God when I am seeking answers.
During these unprecedented times, journaling has kept me sane. When I read past journal entries, I know that I was really going through something.
I can smile because I am no longer in that place. That brings clarity.
Sometimes, I ask myself life questions through my journal entries. Then the next day, the answers would come to me through bible verses I would just so happen to stumble across and sermons that would crop up on my YouTube feed.
I always go back and write those answers in my journal – it convinces me that I am not alone.
Clarity. Peace. Joy.
Journaling helps me get there.
One day, I will give my journal to my future daughter. I hope it will help her to understand that indeed there is nothing new under the sun. That her mother is human and has gone through some tough times too – and made it through them. I hope this will encourage her like it has me.
Originally posted at https://medium.com/resonates/i-journal-because-417cfc5954e8 on January 22, 2021.
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