Mental comfort of journaling

I often find myself alone, wandering through and observing people. My surroundings blur into reality, and it hits me. I have friends, yet I struggle to open up completely. That’s when I’m no longer just alone- I feel lonely. When those moments come, and reality crashes down like a rock, I turn to writing.

Writing my soul out to a notebook happens to form a special bond unlike any other. Even keeping the journal with me throughout my day gives me an unexplainable sense of support and comfort.

Strange- I feel “seen” in the “secrecy” of my journals.

How about this sub? Am I alone feeling this way :)