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be a journaljunkie.

  • Sep 10, 2019
  • 3 min read

There are so many benefits to journalling;

1. Increased sense of awareness.

2. Increased ability to call yourself out on your shit.

3. Increased mental clarity.

4. Increased positivity.

5. Increased problem solving skills.

(+ infinite amounts of other benefits. Those are simply just some of my personal favourites)

I absolutely love journalling, and I truly believe that more people should make it a daily habit.

As someone whom suffers anxiety and an overactive brain, I find journalling to be one of the most beneficial ways to organize my thoughts, prioritize my to-do list and call myself out on my own shit.

Let's be honest here..

We cant all have wonderful days.

Not everyday will be perfect, not everyone will always be kind, and sometimes you may fall sick, tired, lethargic or just exhausted.

(like me today - dead to the world, miserable due to it and done by 10am)

I could call today a write off, all together.

But why?

I know I can gain control of my shitty attitude.

[I truly believe that all it takes sometimes, is putting a pen to paper, in order to gain control over your spinning, overwhelmed state]

Here I am; feeling angry with myself for being exhausted, needing an additional day of rest from my fitness routine, needing extra food and (maybe) about 1000 energy drinks.

All this negativity is just radiating off of my demeanor - like a fire giving off heat.

Yep. I am purellllllly projecting a shitty attitude, due to that inner, self destructive, frustration.

(seriously)

GET - IT - TOGETHER - DEE

For fuck sakes, Daniella; You have a friend whom is trying to confide in you, his heartbreak - as he mourns the loss of a loved one. You have family members whom haven't heard from you in ages, and you have a fuck ton of a life ahead of you - if you can get your shit together.

Sister, you've got this.

I . Promise . It . Will . Be . Okay

These people are here, reaching out to you, and although you're trying your best to be sympathetic; you are not 110% yourself.

Why? Because in the back of your mind, your frustrations (with yourself) are making you a completely irritable, miserable, mess.

NO - MORE.

Nope.

I am bitch-slapping myself across the face and calling me out on my shit!

It's time I journal this frustration out, and call myself on my shit.

(inserted below)

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Here we are, Daniella.

We are going back to these unattainable standards of nonsense that you've set out for yourself.

Perfection, does not exist. It is simply a "means to an end", as in - an end to your happiness if this is what you are constantly striving for.

Daniella, you are allowed to miss the gym two, three, four days in a row. You are allowed to eat more than "usual" because your body needs it. It's farrrrr better to eat more nourishing foods, than consume copious amounts of caffeine. That will only cause stress on your adrenal glands, prolonging the process to a healthier body and mental state.

[There are no rules to life.

Live it the way YOU fucking want to]

...

You are acting like a selfish child - in my rational opinion.

You are all worked up about you-you-you, not being perfect, when your friend is openly discussing his loss with you.

Be there for him. Be there for them.

All it takes is a great big listening ear, and putting your shit on the back-burner for a few minutes. Thats all it takes, to express your genuine care, concern and compassion for another human.

You despise letting yourself down, yes. However, you equally despise letting the people you love down, too.

Pull that pickle out of your ass. and get it together.

Everyone needs support.

(as I've mentioned before)

It's human nature to need love, and support.

All you have to do, is give love, to get love.

Learn peoples Love L:anguage (The Five Languages of Love - Gary Chapman) in order to express your compassion.

Just be there.

Be present and just fucking reliable.

oh. apologize when you fuck up, too.

We've got this, sis!

xo

Dee.

 
 
 

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