Sometimes I write things that I need to get out of my head here. It's sort of like journaling.

I used to keep a more traditional journal, and I did find it helpful, but it was a gift from my husband. One day, curiosity got the better of him, I guess, and he freaked out reading it. He apologized for snooping in it; he thought it was going to be stuff that I did, or happy thoughts, or I don't know what. He told me right away, though, because what he read concerned him so much, especially some of the things I wrote about him when I was on the low end of my cycle. That was really the first time we talked about depression (before I realized I had BP), and that it makes my brain haywire - depressed, angry & irrational.

Even though we got past that and it was probably a good thing ultimately that we talked, I felt really violated by it. After that I haven't really put pen to paper again. Fast forward 8 years, and I found this place - it's really the only place I write my truth. And I always do it in a private browser. And I never leave it open/up. Which means that I often will post and then not come back for a few weeks, sometimes longer, if I don't have anything really pressing that I need to get out.

I wish I felt safe enough to journal in a book again. I think it would be helpful for me on a more regular basis.