Honest storytelling as a form of healing.

Tag: dailyprompt

  • What really is it?

    What really is it?

    What’s your dream job?

    I was going to write about journal therapy today.

    About how I’m working on it.

    How it’s becoming something.

    But the truth is simpler and heavier.

    The only reason I’m surviving right now

    is because I put pen to paper.

    That’s it.

    I’m deeply agitated by the job I have.

    Yes, I’m grateful for it.

    It pays the bills or tries to.

    But gratitude doesn’t erase exhaustion.

    It doesn’t cancel resentment.

    It doesn’t make me less human.

    I’m tired of putting on a face.

    What would you be doing!

    Tired of pretending I care about questions that don’t require conversation

    questions answered on a board directly in front of us.

    Read it.

    What do you think you’re really asking me?

    If you’ll have a job?

    And if I say no, what then?

    What does that do for me?

    Nothing.

    You don’t actually care about me.

    And I’m done pretending otherwise.

    Every day, I come home and write.

    Because I have to.

    Because there is too much inside me

    too much I’m not allowed to say out loud,

    too much I have to contain to survive the day.

    So the page holds it.

    I dream of the day I wake up

    and go to a café with my laptop,

    sit among people who gather to listen,

    not because they need something from me

    but because my words offer something to them.

    I want to tell them how hard I fought.

    How many times I tested myself.

    How long I stood in places that drained me

    until I finally chose myself.

    For now, all I have is this small corner.

    Maybe no one reads it.

    Maybe no one ever does.

    But know this

    I am fighting tooth and nail

    to make this pen and paper mean something.

    Someday.

  • October Journal Challenge: The First Three 

    The start of October feels like the perfect time to lean into reflection. I’ve been following my own journal challenge, where each day has a simple but powerful prompt.

    These first three days have already opened me up to truths I needed to face.

    October 1: Weather and Mood

    The day was cold, and everything about it felt heavy. I wasn’t the only one who noticed the energy seemed to press down on everyone around me. My daughter and son both said the day felt rough, which only confirmed the weight in the air.

    The weather mirrored my mood, leaving me sluggish and low. It reminded me how deeply the outside world can sink into my body and spirit.

    What is this season calling you to?

    October 2: A Habit to Change My Mornings

    When I thought about small habits, journaling stood out. I know that if I begin my mornings with even a few lines on paper, I can reset my mindset. Writing helps me see the bigger picture, and it connects me back to the dream I have of becoming a journal therapy specialist.

    I may not know the official name of that role yet, but I know what it means to me. This practice can shift my mornings from chaotic to intentional, from reactive to proactive.

    October 3: Letting Go This Fall

    This fall, I am letting go of doubt. I am releasing the belief that my dreams are too big or out of reach. The truth is, the future is uncertain and that scares me. But I cannot carry fear and faith at the same time. If I want to grow,

    I have to choose courage. I want these last three months of the year to be proof that I can stay focused, keep showing up, and achieve what I set out to do.

    These first three days of October reminded me that reflection doesn’t have to be perfect or long. It just has to be honest.

    The weather, the habits, the letting go all of it adds up to small steps that shape the bigger picture.

    If you’re walking through your own season of change, maybe these prompts can open a door for you too.

  • Simple Question Complex Answer

    Have you ever been asked what’s your favorite food? I of course have been and so I have an answer that hopefully will stick to whomever asks me next that question.

    Loaded question, isn’t it? “What’s your favorite food?

    Actually you see it depends on the mood,

    my tummy whispers in shifting tones.

    Sweet or Salty? Who will call the shots today?

    Maybe Reese’s, frozen solid, chilled to perfection, melting against my lips.

    Sprite bubbling besides it,

    tiny sparks of happiness rising to meet me.

    But they warn, don’t eat too much sweets.

    So then what?

    A crisp chicken Cesar salad, greens soothing the tongue,

    or maybe wings, hot,messy, wild with Cajun fries and blue cheese on the side.

    How that makes my soul extra giddy.

    Food isn’t just fuel.

    It’s the love I give myself,

    the little joy I create and taste.

    So what’s my favorite?

    That’s a trick question,

    because the truth is simple:

    it just depends on the mood.

    What is your favorite food that makes you the happiest?