Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Writing for the Soul


For as long as I can remember, I've kept a journal of some sort. The early Lauren years are lost, most likely to the lovely San Leandro dump (hopefully, at least), but 8th grade through my current life has been documented in the above journals. That's 13 full journals of ages 12 to 26.

There have been many people throughout the years who ask me if I'm afraid that someone will read my journal. Sure. Who wouldn't be? They're inner, secretive thoughts that shouldn't be read by other people unless you want them to read them. But who cares? I've had people read my journals (with and without permission) and there's nothing that can stop curiosity. If you judge me by what is written in my journals, I probably don't want to be your friend anyway...

I know, you're jealous. But you shouldn't be, because you can get it here.
I've always believed in the healing properties of writing. Every emotion, every thought, every action... You can write it all down without judgement. Granted, most of the stuff I write down, I usually tell one of my best friends of my boyfriend, but first, it's written down. That way, I can get all the unnecessary things out. There are things I've written down that I don't even fully believe in myself, but at that very moment, I had to write it. And that's how it works. Journals work with your "at this very moment, this is what I feel" writings.


A few years ago, I found out about a thing called a "Journal Jar". It's a jar that you fill with pre-written questions. There have been times when I want to write but there's nothing exciting going on at the moment. Writers Block. This journal jar has smashed through so many blocks. And it's been filled up twice already. There's simple questions such as, "Are you a morning person or a night owl?" (Morning. As all my friends will tell you.), "List your favorite 5 books" (No, that's not fair), or "What is your favorite Sunday ritual?" (Breakfast. The answer is always breakfast). But some questions get deep, such as, "My saddest memory is...", "What's the biggest lie you ever told?", and "What scares you the most?" It's meant to make you think, even if it's silly thoughts. 

Give it a try. Someday, when you feel like the world is against you, grab a notebook, a pen, some music, and just sit outside and write. Anything and everything. It's the best, cheapest, and easiest form of therapy.




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