I journaled 8 pages last night and still have more to say. The same thoughts keep swirling with anxiety in my head and I can't make them go away. I don't like this.

In other news...my journal is almost full. Another chapter done. I'll be getting a new one in the mail in a few days. Bittersweet. Lots if trouble and sadness and joy in the journal of mine. Bittersweet. Anyone else feel odd to complete a journal?