I love to journal. It's the only way I can be heard. I don't write it to anyone in particular. I write to an almost unknown finder. ex. what if one day when my time is long gone and my house is all thats left and some one runs upon a note book and decides to read it. The words inside will tell a story. It will be an untold story of a neglected unimportant woman with a world of issues, she just wants out. What
an encouraging took to someone or what a sad reminder of how short life really is.
When I journal I do not stop to worry about correct grammer and spelling. My concern is getting the feelings out. Looking back to 5 years ago I can see forms of emotional abuse that I settled for. I will also have documentation if it's ever needed in court. It was never planned for that use but due to a controlling relationship it may comedown to that someday or maybe not. Just write. I date the top of the page and start spilling. Sometimes I surprise myself with how much pent up felling were living inside of me.