#therapeuticwriting

[ritz68]

The Healing Power of Self-Letters: Write, Reflect & Grow

[shris890]

Blank Pages, Full Heart: Power of Journaling - Good Vibe Show

Incorporating journaling into our daily routine doesn't require a significant time commitment. A few minutes each day can make a remarkable

In the quiet moments between the chaos of life, where deadlines loom and digital notifications demand attention, there exists a timeless refuge—one that requires no Wi-Fi connection or advanced technology. It’s a simple act, almost forgotten in our fast-paced world, yet laden with profound healing potential.

Imagine a space where the scribbles of a pen on paper become whispers to the soul, a sanctuary where the mind finds solace, and words serve as potent medicine. This is the essence of journaling—a practice that transcends the ordinary, offering a pathway to healing that feels deeply personal and profoundly human.

Let’s explore how the seemingly ordinary act of journaling becomes an extraordinary prescription for the well-being of the mind.

[hannaisabella-kdp]

🌟 Just Published: "Journaling for Stress Relief - Your Path to Peaceful Mind" 🌿✒️

Embark on a journey through our latest article, where we uncover the healing powers of journaling. From reducing stress to fostering mental clarity, find out how the simple act of writing can transform your well-being.

Highlights:

The therapeutic benefits of journaling.

Different styles to suit your unique expression.

Practical tips for integrating journaling into daily life.

Featuring Hanna-Isabella KDP's innovative 2024 Daily Calendar and Poetry Journaling notebook!

Join us in exploring how journaling can be your ally in navigating life's stresses. Read, reflect, and let your thoughts flow! #JournalingForWellness #StressRelief #MentalHealth #Mindfulness #HannaIsabellaKDP

[Link to the full article]

[zentoronto]

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[uncontainedthoughts]

Had two different conversations with my best friend and my sister about the same topic and they both told me the same shit:  

“The problem with you is that you think love is conditional. You don’t think anyone can love you unconditionally--you feel like you don’t deserve to be loved unless you check all the things in your checklist.  You’re too self-sufficient that when somebody shows you love, you doubt it. You don’t know how to receive love.”

I have so many things to say, I don’t even know where to begin. The most important is this:

Me to me: Huh. It’s both the truth and not the truth.

[wanderwomantheworrier]

Is this what a quarter-life crisis feels like?

I have a lot to be thankful for in my life…but sometimes, it’s nice to allow myself to be sad, disappointed, or angry with life. Lately, I’ve been feeling pretty down about a lot of things out of my control.

I should feel excited about my graduating next semester, but instead I feel frustrated (and a little embarrassed) that it took me eight years to do what others were able to do in four. I know, “comparison is the thief of joy,” but reminding myself of that doesn’t exactly make me feel better about having to work 10x harder than the next gal for the same opportunities. In times like these, though, I remind myself that to receive an education is a privilege. And it could always be worse.

Knowing that makes it all the more ironic that I involuntarily feel a sense of shame whenever asked about my major. “Child and Adolescent Development” is not nearly as glamorous as being an Engineering or Business major - at least in my college. The sad thing is that my shame doesn’t stem from what society tells me, but how my family views the path I’ve chosen for myself. For the past eight years, I’ve heard it all: “Why would you ever want to be a teacher when you could be a doctor, a lawyer, or a nurse at the very least?”; “You haven’t even graduated yet, so it’s not too late to change your major, you know.”; “You’re never going to make any money being just a teacher.”; the list goes on. Even though I know they mean well and only want the best for me, it’s exhausting having to constantly defend myself and my chosen career path against my own family. In a perfect world, they’d simply be proud of me; of course in reality, no family is perfect.

What’s worst of all is that I’m made to feel guilty for not having accomplished enough at this point in my life. Apparently, working two jobs to pay my own bills and my own way through school doesn’t make me an adult. Still being in school means I haven’t even stepped foot into my professional career yet, which makes it pretty hard to be a homeowner, married, and/or a mother before the age of 30 like I’m “supposed” to be. I understand this way of thinking - however toxic it may be.

The problem is that I’m almost too understanding of this way of thinking, because to me, I know that’s not the only way to live. Knowing that is exactly what drives my wanderlust; traveling always gives me a new perspective on life and although I’ve never traveled alone before, I think that’s what I need. Maybe a post-grad treat to myself??

If a mid-life crisis is what I have to look forward to at the end of this weirdly long tunnel called “middle adulthood”, then I welcome it 100%.

[robynchill]

💥 TODAY!!!! AT 6PM EST!!!! 💥 . Tune in to "Mind Healing Conversations" with myself and co-host @cooltlc as we talk with Pastor Shawn Braxton about the return of his gospel play "Take Me To The King." Pastor Braxton is the senior pastor of @new_life__cathedral and the co-writer (along with Minister Michael Fisher) of this gospel play. Pastor Braxton is returning to the studio to share about the impact of the play last year and to discuss his newest developments! DON'T MISS IT!!! . 🔊 Broadcasting LIVE on ElevationsRadio.com at 6pm EST!!! . #gospelplay #theatre #theater #therapeuticwriting #therapeutic #acting #actors #playwright #playproduction #healing #mentalhealth #fightdepression #wellness #faith #spirituality #internetradio #radio #podcast #livetalk #talkradio #encouragement #empowerment #elevation #soulcare #mindbodysoul #MHCRadio (at Robyn C. Hill Counseling and Professional Development Services) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq5LUqegOvy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xmxoh3frp7ed

[myinnerelizabeth]

Therapeutic Writing

I have this strange thing where I can’t write, unless there is a possibility someone is going to read it. However, it’s not actually as egotistical as that sounds. I think what I mean is that I can’t voice my own thoughts and feelings unless there is a possibility that someone else has to understand them. So if I write for a public my brain can sudden voice that which earlier didn’t have words. So I will feel strange or sad and I won’t know why that is, or I will feel something but I don’t know what it is I’m feeling. When I try to explain it to someone by talking I’m not actually able to explain it, because I can’t find the words. 

The funny thing is, is that when I turn to paper and I start writing it down for someone to read, then suddenly I am able to voice what it is I’m feeling, or I will find out during the writing what it is I’m struggling with or what it is I’m feeling.

Even if I never show the thing I wrote to anyone, the thought that someone else will read it and will need to understand it helps me voice it all. Even if no one will ever find this tumblr page, and no one will ever read what I write, it still works. For the fact that it is on the internet and there is a free access for just anybody, already helps to let the words flow out. So instead of writing in a journal where I just get stuck, I write here. Not everything I write gets posted, somethings just are too weird or personal even though nobody knows me, and probably no one will read it. 

This blog thing helps me identify what’s going on in my brain and my heart. In a way it works like a therapist. For through writing I discover the workings of my own self, and instead of someone telling me what is going on, I get to find out by committing it to paper. 

So thank you for being the cheapest shrink, as you cost nothing but time.