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
