This journal is fiction. The voice you’re reading is a character, not the author. |
| 031026 This journal is fiction. The voice you’re reading is a character, not the author. Tuesday Evening March 10th It has been almost a month since my last entry. I did not plan to disappear from the journal this long. At first I simply missed a day. Then a few days became a week, and before I knew it an entire month had slipped past without me sitting down to write. Nothing dramatic happened. In fact, that might be the reason. For a while after my appointment with Dr. Cole I needed some quiet space to just live the days instead of analyzing them. The journal has helped me a lot, but it also has a way of making me examine every feeling under a microscope. Sometimes that is useful. Sometimes it is exhausting. So I stepped back. Work kept moving forward. I kept going to the group sessions. Some days were easier than others, but the world did not fall apart because I missed a few entries in a notebook. That realization alone felt strangely freeing. I also noticed something else. Without writing everything down immediately, I started trusting my own memory of the days. Not every thought had to be captured the moment it happened. Some things could simply be lived. But tonight I felt the pull to come back. The journal has been a witness to this long, uneven process of learning how to stand in my own life again. It feels right to pick up the thread where I left it. So this is me returning. Not because I have everything figured out, but because the story is still moving forward, and I want to keep track of where the road leads next. |