Hey guys— just wanted to share something with yall 🫧🫂💛

Been writing in my journal from literally 2 almost 3pm today until 10p sum. I’ve been writing about the ugly mainly, the real ugly shit. Shit I really need to work on. Wanting to find myself as a person and a soul. Just wanting to be free of a lot of things.

And yk what? I felt greater every time I wrote. Admitting things in my journal that I’m too ashamed to admit out loud rn. I say all this to say, anyone dealing with depression or anxiety or anything that’s just being weighted on them, write. Read. Go outside. Show yourself love. Do it out loud! Do it in silence! Just do it. I promise, you’ll feel much better. And when you do, you can look back at these as memories and conquer and accomplishments. Because you did it when no one, not even yourself thought you could. I hope you’re okay today 🫂🤍

Edit: okay, NOW I’m done journaling until later on, lol. Hand isn’t cramping yet and I’m shocked 🥲.