Keep up with my journal

When I write in my journal it makes me happy… and sometimes sad. But even if I feel sad I feel like I have vented some. My mind feels so heavy sometimes and I just want to scream so I gotta let it out with my pen.

“The weight of my stress, is like a fifty ton boulder
Making my head heavy, can’t be lifted by my shoulders
No wonder why my head down, I be thinking too hard
And be smoking like a tail pipe, and drinking too hard”
-Zro

this has turned out to be very manageable for me. i guess i really needed to take time out of my day and sit down and write. i get depressed though sometimes when i start writing, i hate to let my mind wander too much. i’m ready to start feeling different. i hate having mood swings.

I started this last night. I’m really going to try and make a conscious effort to keep up with this. I did feel better after writing. I was having a problem starting over, trying to go back and record everything I’ve been doing since my last journal. I’ve realized that I don’t want to remember those things. I just want to get the issues that I’m facing now off my chest, I’m tired of reflecting. :) So I just picked up from what I was feeling yesterday and I’m going to do the same today. No more going back in time and thinking about things that are over and done with.

this isn’t going so well for me haha

i’m gunna start trying to just write about anything that comes to mind and make a conscious effort to do it a few days a week or when i have a good day

I’ve had a journal pretty much since I’ve been able to write. My parents gave me one when I was 6 and I’ve kept one ever since then, until I started college. It seems like this would be one of the greatest times I’d like to document and everything, but while I was in college I never wrote. I would sit down and try but I wouldn’t even know where to start at. When I graduated I began to write a little more but it’s just hard for me. I think I have so much to think about that sometimes it’s really hard for me to sit down and analyze it. I know it will make me feel better, but I’ve been going through a depression lately and it’s hard enough just to think. I want to start this up again. I feel really bad for letting it go. And I’m so emotional now. I was never an emotional person. I do blame part of that on being pregnant… but I think that I could get rid of a lot of those emotions and crazy pregnant lady tantrums with a journal.

I’m not so much keeping a journal as i am keeping a log of my personal depth. I like to write down famous quotes that have sentimental meanings and then decode them, or write down things that i’m thankful for, or keep track of goals etc.

It’s mostly about making myself a better person, and I try to write in it 5-6 times a week before going to bed. I’m really going to try hard to keep this habit up.

My debate has never been with if it’s worth doing, cause it is. But it’s more getting myself to sit down and write that is my problem.

My solution so far. Make a blog online that acts as my journal and then make it my homepage so I see it every time I use my computer. So far so good.

I have kept a journal for about 8 yrs now…ever since I started high school. I’d written little bits and pieces for trips before this, but it was never consistent. It’s not so much the process of writing that I love, but the results. I love flipping back through my journals…I like to stick tickets and photos and other souveneirs in there too…so its visually exciting too. I hate to have pages with just writing. But I often find that when I’m busy (which creates more things to write about) I abandon my journal, and leave months worth of writing to catch up on. I’d want to make an effort to try and keep up, writing about things as close to when events happened. My greatest fear is losing great memories.

its healthy and make me feel better. you can also go back and look at previous entries and see your progress.

I have really focused on this over the last three years, filling six journals and 3/4 of the way into my seventh. It became easier if I remembered to take it with me all the time—in high school I carried it to class with my textbooks, and now it’s always at the top of the pile on my desk. I have developed my narrative skills and arrived at very interesting psychological understandings of myself through writing. Also, I love going back and re-reading entries I’d forgotten about.