I’m still here.
I know I haven’t posted even a single photo for one month. It feels awful just realizing that I let it happen. This is one of those times when I begin questioning my commitment and passion for this project. I could give you a long list of excuses but I’d rather not. I wanted to recognize my shortcomings and I am regretful for my lack of discipline.
Now I’m back. And I am determined to carry on.
Here’s my 56th photo – starring my journals.
Many years ago, a friend gave me a suggestion to start writing a journal. She told me it is something I will enjoy and be grateful for especially at times when I need to let out those feelings and thoughts that I may find uncomfortable sharing. It was a nice idea so I gave it a go.
And she was right.
Journaling is therapeutic at the same time cathartic. It is my way of making sense when things don’t make sense. It allows me to be completely honest with myself and express that honesty without fear of being misunderstood. Writing the truth and my vulnerabilities – no matter how painful and shameful they may be – always give me strength and help me find a sense of peace. It is one of the ways where I embrace authenticity, which further develops self-awareness and self-discovery.
Truth is fierce and unrelenting. We cannot change it, but we can change the way we live with it. Making mistakes, not being loved, and dying are inescapable experiences of being human; so is our fear of them. When we are willing to do the best we can with what we know, to be honest with ourselves and others about who we are and what really matters to us, only then are the lives we live and the love we receive truly our own.
How does journal writing help you?
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