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Why You Should Revisit Your Journal Archives
Four years ago I picked up a journal for the first time in my adult life and I began to write.
I often refer back to this moment, but it’s been a long time since I actually went back to read it for myself, word for word.
The last time I did was straight up traumatizing — there was a lot of suffering in them there pages and I was still pretty deep in it — much too close to not be re-triggered re-reading my words.
Going back there was harrowing, and I said at the time: It’s not for the faint hearted.
But then I got curious again.
And I’m in a different place now.
When I first began journaling, I distinctly remember the feelings of frustration, being lost, and far, far away from where I wanted to be.
I remember the feeling of despair when facing up to a realisation that my life wasn’t panning out as I had planned.
It was devastating.
I was in a freefall, and as a last ditch attempt to avoid a crash and burn type scenario, I turned to journaling.
Looking back on it, reading my words, I can see that I was lost. I had been pursuing a dream sold to me by my esteemed…