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April 28, 2025

Journaling as Medicine: a Quiet Practice for Loud Feelings.

There are days when everything inside me is loud.

The thoughts.
The what-ifs.
The should-haves.
The noise of everyone else’s needs stacked on top of my own silence.

And on those days, I don’t need to figure it all out.
I don’t need a five-step plan.
I just need to open a page and say,

“Here. Hold this with me.”

That’s what journaling is to me.
Not a productivity hack.
Not a cute morning ritual.
But medicine for the part of me that’s still learning how to feel everything without falling apart.

When You Feel Too Much (or Nothing at All)

Journaling has held me in seasons when I couldn’t even name what I was feeling—when I was so numb that I had to start every page with “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” just to say something.

Other times, it was all too much.
Too sharp. Too heavy. Too loud.

But what I’ve learned is that when I write something down, it loses some of its edge.
It stops circling in my chest.
It lets me breathe again.

Even if nothing changes around me, something softens within me.

The Journal Doesn’t Judge You. It Just Holds You.

That’s why I love it.

It doesn’t correct you.
It doesn’t need you to make sense.
It doesn’t ask you to be healed.

It just says:

“Go ahead. Be messy here.”

And honestly? That kind of permission is rare in a world that asks us to filter everything, even our feelings.

This Is Why I Make Journals for Other People

Not because I want to give them something to “fix” themselves with.
But because I want them to have a place where they don’t have to be strong, smart, spiritual, or sorted out.

Just human.
Just honest.

Especially for the helpers.
The feelers.
The ones who carry emotional weight so often that they forget they’re allowed to set it down sometimes.

If You’ve Been Carrying Too Much, Too Quietly…

You don’t need to write beautifully.
You don’t need to write every day.

You just need a page that will meet you exactly where you are.

That’s what journaling is to me.
Not a mirror of my chaos—but a container for it.

A gentle medicine.
For loud feelings.
For soft souls.
For you.

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