You got yelled at, so what. Grow a pair of balls like the rest of us and stop whining all the time about insignificant nonsense. Your problem is you dont have thick skin. You dwell on this small stuff and then spew your thoughts and feelings about it on here in the form of a thousand page steven king novel. I have never met anyone else in my life that gets so hung up on literally everything that happens to them as if their life is a fuckin soap opera
😂 you must be new here.
ive been journaling on this website for almost 5 years now.
it’s sort of my thing that I’m known for, I like to write. Many many MANY people have given the exact same response as you have, and I’ve explained countless times
why I journal, at length, the way I do. It does serve a purpose, it’s not just whining.
That is the point of a journal, you say the things that happened in your life each day.
Lol
I promise you I’m not getting hung up but rather it’s a catharsis for me to cope healthily with and process, things that are happening in my life that more than likely stresses me out.
when you have psychological disorders it’s important to talk, not keep it in. It’s important to gain a healthy perspective on something rather than let it drive you further into depression. It’s a mindfulness technique that has been proven successful, known as dialectical behavioral therapy- which is one of the reasons why I have gottten as better as I have over the years.
Obviously it’s difficult to see because all you have to go off of is some text on a forum and you never really see me and you don’t know me very well. But those who are close to me see the marked improvement in my disposition and mental health and I feel and see it very blatantly. As I have th experience of being inside my own head and body, I can tell you, I have almost completely 180’d compared to how I was five years ago when I started journaling and three years ago when I started treatments.
And lastly I would suggest you actually read the journals all the way through before you criticize them or call them complaints, as this is a misunderstanding, I’m actually healthily processing very big issues, that stand in the way of my life and have a strong hold on my mental health. That have held me back from getting better.
So it’s the small insignificant things like getting yelled at by my boss that, bring awareness to a huge issue I’ve battled for years, and brings clarity to. With this realization I almost instantly shed the weight and burden of something I didn’t realize I was carrying and was slowing me down or tearing me apart.
My therapist told me to continue journaling, after I asked them “is this good or bad to do” and they said it was excellent.
another reason I do it is because I have a shitty memory, and I never know what I’m going to forget. But when I have this nice arsenal to look back at (that I cannot delete- when I get depressed or anxious sometimes I throw everything away I’ve written- which is why personal journals don’t work) it’s really good for my memory. Things come flooding Back that my brain just sort of tossed to the side, that were actually really important.
it’s a refresh on my own mental notes of things I previously improved on but then sometimes forget. This happens with depression, and anxiety can cause forgetfulness as well. So in a really bad mental state I will get something known as tunnel vision and I will forget all the positive thoughts and positive things I’ve ever thought or felt about life. But I can look back on this and go “oh yeah, that’s how I dealt with that.”
and continuing to deal with things using my own notes, repeatedly, strengthens my ability to fight depression over time, which causes it to occur less frequently, with less severity and for a lesser length of time!
my therapist explained to me this is how healing from depression works. It’s essentially a huge learning curve, and without the help of therapists and mindfulness techniques, and paying close attention to how I am mentally and emotionally reacting to the “little things” it’s all a stab in the dark and I am essentially not going to get better just “ignoring” it.
I can explain even further if you’d like.
perhaps I should start a new journal with this disclaimer Among a few others and a FAQc at the top and keep all my posts in one thread. So I don’t have to keep explaining and explaining lol...
edit: oh and btw when I write about stuff, I don’t write about everything going on in my life. Not everything. Only the stuff that is relevant to realizations about specific issues I’ve had so I don’t forget these realizations.
indont talk about everything that goes on in my life or in my head. There are plenty of times I’ve had countless panic attacks or been physically sick and I don’t complain about it. I don’t talk about relationship with my family or, friends or love interests/people I’m dating. I don’t talk about a lot of hobbies and other endeavors that I get up to or, career related things. Involvements, events, volunteer work.
My entire life is not in these pages, I can assure you. There is a lot you are missing and you cannot and will not get to know likely unless you become a very close friend in person.
This became a place for me to deal with my own disorders in private, it was my place to do that. I don’t share this information with people I know, I don’t talk about my depression or anxiety, ptsd or suicidal thoughts. This is my outlet for that. I don’t want to burden people IRL with it, it’s annoying. I’m well aware no one wants to hear it. That’s why it’s here, where no one can find it. And I want it that way.
I’m comfortable with it being that way, without the people in my life knowing about it. That’s how I was initially I didn’t tell a soul about it. Not even my parents knew. Not even my girlfriend. Not even my dog. Now that I’ve had some healing I’m a little more comfortable with sharing but only if it comes up and I will be very very brief. I’m talking one sentence and that’s it.
But I really really don’t like to talk about it. Not any of it IRL. But writing is easier.
when it comes out of your mouth in discussion with someone else it makes you feel bad, yucky, bad mood. Depressed. It makes you sometkmes sick to your stomach and puke, or illicits panic attacks. You withdraw. Or even dissociate. (that one happens a lot).
because I was so uncomfortable with talking about these things loke trauma or abuse and other things I’d kept completely silent for so so long, it was easier to try to start in the form of an anonymous online forum full of strangers that it would have no repurcussions upon.
And once I started it’s like I couldn’t stop, at first things just came pouring out. And then it became a way of holding it together when things were bad at home and coping with the bad things I was going through. There was a lot of transitioning going on and it was a scary time, I felt like I had no one, and had little faith in myself or my ability to get better. It was terrifying the symptoms I was dealing with.
so this was my way to cope and it made it a little better, gave me insight and comfort and, escape sometimes, curing loneliness or at times a place to be when no one else understands and of course catharsis healing.
it’s done so much for me and because it became a habit with how I dealt with my home life when things were really bad now I just do it all the time.
