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Learn how journaling reduces stress, boosts focus, and builds gratitude. Discover the power of writing for self-reflection and mental clarit
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Learn how journaling reduces stress, boosts focus, and builds gratitude. Discover the power of writing for self-reflection and mental clarit
Happy World Typing Day Let take this day to celebrate the power of writing, and express our thoughts and feelings through words
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Weapon of choice
Words are my weapons.
Power of Words
I have put this off long enough. Writing has always served me as an outlet. An outlet for anxiety, an outlet for frustration, an outlet for my questions, an outlet for my memories, and an outlet for the inevitable… the unknown. However, like all great ventures, one will plan and plan and plan some more to do what they want and eventually when “the stars aline,” and “fate allows,” you work up the motivation, courage, and acceptance of beginning this task. With that said, here goes nothing. Now, who am I writing for? ME. Hands down, me. I write to clear away my own inhibitions, carry out my own thoughts, and maybe even state some of my own opinions. I in no way shape or form write to be criticized or even analyzed. If every time my hands peck the key board or my pen scratches my notebook, and I can in return walk away feeling the slightest bit relieved and accomplished then my writing was worth while. This is for me and my benefit, but if for some reason someone stumbled upon any writing and related to it became inspired by it or just simply smiled from it, I would be lying to say I didn’t care. My words might be created to soothe me, but who is to say they can’t aid someone else? Afterall, I wouldn’t write if I didn’t believe in the power of words.
You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories, and make peace with them.