What doesn’t kill you, makes you journal harder!
This is something I have been telling myself for awhile. Let it out in the journal, purge whatever it is from the brain, onto paper, and let it sit there, rather than further poisoning the mind. Gotta let out the bad writing to get to the good, after all. I’ve heard this in probably a hundred different ways, but I am an awful listener, I am coming to that painful realization.
Seems so obvious, but when you seem to enjoy doing things the hard way, these kinds of epiphanies are apparently few and far between. Learning to listen better is hard, y’all!
And then, I can go whine about it on this nifty blog, too, if I feel like it, though this blog deserves more fiction and less whining.