I’m a pen and paper kind of girl. I love the way writing feels and looks. Typing is cold and feels impersonal. For the majority of this challenge I was copying from my journal to this blog; I think I’m going to rewrite things from here on out.
So it’s been a while. I’m dealing with quite a bit in my personal life including trying out a new therapist. For those of you that have gone through therapy and had trouble finding The One, you can imagine what I’ve been going through. It’s been a struggle but I’m staying hopeful. I’m thinking about writing about my journey with therapy as a woman of color who has had to deal with anxiety, panic attacks, PTSD and depression. If you are going through this or any sort of mental health issues, you are not alone and you can get through it. Now, let’s move onto the prompt. Read More
The prompt for day 4 made me think quite a bit. It was a simple question but when I really started to think about it, thinking about my mom and my life made me really question if what I thought to be true held up. I’d say it still does, which is saying a lot coming out of 2017.
I’m still adjusting to the time change. I can appreciate the more sunlight BUT AT WHAT COST!? I guess I’ll get used to it but ya girl is tired. I’m glad our prompt today is simple:
Day 2! I don’t know about yall, but this time change is kicking my ass. I woke up on time but I’ve been really dragging all day. Today’s prompt was something I recently experienced but hadn’t thought about journaling. It was somewhat difficult to stick to the 10 minute time limit but working within specific parameters is something I want to get better at so this was a great exercise.
As someone who used to love to journal, I’ve completely fallen out of love with it. I used to crave the feeling of putting pen to paper. It was the first thing I’d do when I woke up; it gave me a sense of accomplishment to see a notebook full of my thoughts, feelings and ideas. I stopped writing around the time my mother passed away. I couldn’t journal anything I was feeling because it was all too intense for me. I tried a few times but things just haven’t been the same since she passed. But, I’m happy to report, the urge to journal and write has slowly started to come back. Read More