My journal is my connection to the past, and my grip on the future. The root of my journal entries date back to 2009, when my exuberant eight-year old self passionately wrote about the consequential day Barack Obama, the first African American President, was inaugurated into office. Although my grammar skills were clearly not up to par, I created a successful journal entry which solely reflected that of my voice, individuality, and creativeness. Within this entry I even took note of how graceful Michelle Obama was, naively misspelling her name, “Mishelle.” Humorously, I also expressed, “I’m not so sure what a Republican is.” I can attest that since President Obama’s inauguration, and the years that would follow as I transitioned from a fourth grader into a woman, the pages of my journal have been filled with an abundance of life.
Writing in a journal is freeing for the soul. Within this structured life, my journal is my escape to freedom, and my pen is the expressor. Journaling is a sacred creative outlet, where I find that with every entry I further discover myself. I can write for hours on end, or leave my …show more content…
The black ink ridden pages of my earlier journals are crammed with hateful feelings written about myself. They are overflowed with the despising of my weight, and the effects of the upsetting remarks people threw my way. As each page became increasingly darker, my self-esteem plummeted. Journaling allowed for the ambitious fighter inside of me to come out, and defeat the ongoing war within my mind. My journal aided me from the extremity of hating myself, to progressively learning how to embrace and accept my body regardless of what others say. I came to a realization after a plethora of entries, that I had overcome one of the greatest milestones in my life. My journal keeps me grounded, reminding me that grueling times and situations do exist, but more importantly, that they are entirely
Writing in a journal is freeing for the soul. Within this structured life, my journal is my escape to freedom, and my pen is the expressor. Journaling is a sacred creative outlet, where I find that with every entry I further discover myself. I can write for hours on end, or leave my …show more content…
The black ink ridden pages of my earlier journals are crammed with hateful feelings written about myself. They are overflowed with the despising of my weight, and the effects of the upsetting remarks people threw my way. As each page became increasingly darker, my self-esteem plummeted. Journaling allowed for the ambitious fighter inside of me to come out, and defeat the ongoing war within my mind. My journal aided me from the extremity of hating myself, to progressively learning how to embrace and accept my body regardless of what others say. I came to a realization after a plethora of entries, that I had overcome one of the greatest milestones in my life. My journal keeps me grounded, reminding me that grueling times and situations do exist, but more importantly, that they are entirely