I’ve written in a journal since I was a teenager.

Having a place to write whatever  you want to write, to yourself,  in the total privacy of your own mind, is so therapeutic!

It’s simple:  You just write any old thing that’s on your mind from the most intense life-altering stuff to the most meaningless fluff. In a private place for your consumption only.

The point of journaling for me is that it makes me feel better after I do it. 

When I write about something that’s happened, or that I’m thinking about, worried about, happy about,  confused by — it relieves me of having to keep that particular thing in mind. 

Writing it down concretizes it — puts it on the record — separating it out from the mind cloud of things to do or share that all too often weighs on and overwhelms me.

Writing something down is like having somebody else hold it for me: I know its been stored someplace so  I can let it go and come back to it later if need be. It’ll be there, in your journal. Something like that.

I really love it. 

What if you wrote a few sentences a day, everyday?