I've had this nagging, negative internal monologue since I can remember. It has always loved to intrude on peaceful moments and offer unwanted self-criticism.
But, I've vanquished that voice recently, and I think I know why.
I've been journaling: two pages a night, intentionally and consistently, for the past few weeks.
I've discovered that the blank page is the greatest listener. I can spill my problems, concerns, frustrations, celebrations and aspirations onto the paper, and feel a deep sense of clarity and inner stillness afterwards.
I often don't even read what I have written. It is the act of writing, of conjuring up the right words to express what is on my mind, that is important.
And writing by hand seems important, too. It is visceral, embodied, real.
Paper, Ryan Holiday claims, is the best technology ever invented. If that is true, then sorting out your thoughts by journalling is surely one of the most effective forms of therapy.
It is virtually free, can be done almost anywhere, and doesn't require anyone else.
I already feel like I am communicating better, thinking more clearly, and dwelling less on unresolved problems and worries.
I am intent on making journaling one of my cornerstone habits. I wish I had started years ago. But I will settle for weeks ago.
If you don't journal, try it. Try it for a few weeks, like I did.
The downsides are nominal. The upside is that it can change your life.
There are lots of journals out there with different formats and additional features, but so far I am opting for simplicity.
If you are already a convert and appreciate the power of journalling, consider these questions for your next journaling session:
How might I be able to journal better? What questions can I prompt myself with to add novelty to my journaling experience?