I love keeping a journal. I typically go for long periods of time without writing in it but when I do it becomes a daily ritual.

Right after Mari died I told Keith I had to get a journal. What I wrote in there were all my very raw and exposed emotions. Sometimes it felt like I wrote the same things over and over again. It’s one of the ways that helped me through my grief.

And then one day I had tons of thought swirling around in my head. But I had a different feeling this time about writing them down. I knew I needed to share them with others. And that is just what I did. Those thoughts became born on this very website. Kind of like a new baby so to speak. It has grown with me as I have stumbled and crawled my way through my grief journey. It has become a source of healing. In the end, it also brought me to my gift that I can write and my writing somehow actually resonates with others. Wow, can it get much better than this?

So I would recommend a journal for anyone. I hope it does for you what mine did for me: a sense of utter freedom.