Do the stories of pain and triumph leave more of an impression?
Reading your own story may seem a bit self involved, too introspective or even scary. I know I have a few sections of mine I don’t want to read again but they are really the places that have benefited my life the most.
I consider my journal a safe place where I can be very open and honest with myself and with God. Some days I write from the heart and other times it’s those many repetitive and agonizing messages that want to scramble up my thought processes and I MUST GET THEM OUT —- then I can find peace again……ahhhhhhh
A journal is often like making fresh lemonade. You squeeze a lot to get the juice….then there is sweet refreshment.
Other days it’s just the trash container.
Are your writings more facts and actions or feelings and fiber?