J is for Journaling
|illustrated by Rob Z Tobor|
In high school I was introduced to the world of journaling. I wasn’t the best kid in high school, so when the assignment to write in my composition book every night was given, I was pretty pissed. Did this lady think I was a writer?
My teacher knew her stuff. She inspired lost souls like me and taught me to use my imagination. She explained how to brainstorm ideas. The entry didn’t have to make sense, just let my brain take over and write for five minutes. This became one of my favorite ways to journal.
She prompted me to look for sayings and use those as inspiration. She said a creative picture was allowed from time to time, as long as I wrote down why I drew it. She suggested trying my hand at poetry and quick thoughts for a story. Best of all, (at least at the time) I didn’t have to worry about spelling and grammar. She graded only on creativity.
I still have my journal from her class. I drag it out from time to time and love seeing her comments in the margins.
I continued to journal after I graduated her class. It kept me creative. I also used it to process my thoughts and feelings. When my husband’s sex addiction came to light, I hit that journal like a mad woman. Once I was finished, I tore the page from my notebook and threw it in the garbage. The weight of my emotions going with it.
I took my journal and started a blog. Some of you may remember the days of that first blog. I warned you when it was a journal entry. I felt no one would read it unless they were effected by SA too. Boy, was I wrong. The support I received from my blogging buddies was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I wasn’t judged and it was beautiful. You truly helped my recovery and healing.
I often wonder why so many of you follow my blog knowing what the core topic of it is but then I remember to be grateful instead. Had it not been for those journals I posted and the love I received, I don’t think I’d be where I am today; in a happy, serene place with myself and my hubby.
Have you ever kept a journal? If so, did it help? Did it inspire a story?
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