Lost and Found
This happens when you move away from you! Have you ever found yourself asking "why"? Or is this really all there is? I'm not happy where I'm at, but I don't know of anything really that will make me happy. So I guess I will just make the best of where I'm at?
I was re-reading some journal entries and found I have felt like this ALOT! I wrote about the feeling. About how nothing really seemed to give me joy. How I felt as though I was alone as the world went on around me. How I so desperately wanted to get out of this feeling, but for the time being, I guess I would just have to deal.
I'm glad to say I'm not there currently (yay-I hate that feeling), but realized during my life I have felt so alone even when surrounded by so many. I continued to read hoping that I had written "my solution" to what helped me so that I could share it with others. And lo and behold, I stumbled across positive entries. I changed my way of thinking, however, I found that writing it, spilling it out on the pages, every last ounce of unworthiness, sadness, confusion, and self-pity onto the pages of that journal, slowly released it from my body and (again slowly) allowed my mind to clear. Journaling is very therapeutic. It scares a lot of people, they fear that it makes them vulnerable. Vulnerability is a great feeling it helps you move, take chances. I then focused my thoughts and my writings on what made me happy, what I was grateful for and soon my writings went from despair to a positive outlook. Now a days I express them to my mother or anyone that will listen (thank God for family/friends). I rant, rave, cry, feel sorry for myself and then move on. I promise moving from the lost to found category can be done. Don't give up!!! :)
I was re-reading some journal entries and found I have felt like this ALOT! I wrote about the feeling. About how nothing really seemed to give me joy. How I felt as though I was alone as the world went on around me. How I so desperately wanted to get out of this feeling, but for the time being, I guess I would just have to deal.
I'm glad to say I'm not there currently (yay-I hate that feeling), but realized during my life I have felt so alone even when surrounded by so many. I continued to read hoping that I had written "my solution" to what helped me so that I could share it with others. And lo and behold, I stumbled across positive entries. I changed my way of thinking, however, I found that writing it, spilling it out on the pages, every last ounce of unworthiness, sadness, confusion, and self-pity onto the pages of that journal, slowly released it from my body and (again slowly) allowed my mind to clear. Journaling is very therapeutic. It scares a lot of people, they fear that it makes them vulnerable. Vulnerability is a great feeling it helps you move, take chances. I then focused my thoughts and my writings on what made me happy, what I was grateful for and soon my writings went from despair to a positive outlook. Now a days I express them to my mother or anyone that will listen (thank God for family/friends). I rant, rave, cry, feel sorry for myself and then move on. I promise moving from the lost to found category can be done. Don't give up!!! :)
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