I was really falling apart yesterday, and even this morning. But by nine o'clock I was feeling fairly cheery. The only explanation I can come up with is that journaling for 2o minutes did what talking and praying and sleeping and crying had failed to do. I may abandon the blog for a while in favor of nurturing my introvert self.
Who needs therapy when you could have a pen and paper and solitude and silence?
But in all seriousness, I really do underestimate the importance of the role journaling plays in my emotional and spiritual state. I think it may be even more vital than social contact. . .