I remember moments years ago back in high school, on and off when I would journal, and then after a while I stopped. Then years later, in my 20's, I started journaling again, during a period of my life, when my depression and anxiety was horrible to say the least. Journaling was one of the few things that truly helped me, so besides music, most of the other things, didn't help me. For me, journaling was like free therapy, but for me it was somehow better, because for me, it was a safe place to vent, and release everything that was in my head, all the good and bad, or just random thoughts. When I would journal, I would basically word vomit, getting everything out, then I would destroy the journal, or throw it away, I would never reread what I wrote, for me it was enough just getting everything out of my head. And I threw my journals out, that way no one could find them and read them.
Yes I know, that a lot of people keep there journals, or you hear people say to keep them, and read them over, but for me, personally it wasn't helpful at all, reading my thoughts on paper, it just made me feel worse honestly. And for me, those were some of my most intimate thoughts, so why would I want other people to find my journals and read them? Maybe for other people, they don't have to worry about other people find there journals, and if so, I'm happy for them. Maybe for other people, it actually helps them, to keep there journals and reread what they wrote, and if it helps them, then fine, whatever works for them, great. But I guess for me, I process things differently.
Now currently, I don't journal anymore, sometimes I think of journaling again, but I don't need it like how I needed it before. For some people, meditating helps them, for others praying helps, and for others like me, journaling is what helps. For anyone out there, who journals, keep journaling, if it helps you, then ignore what others say, and do what works for you.
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