my escape

Last night I stayed up until 2:00 again typing and organizing my journal. Maybe I'm a dork for it but I don't really care. Journaling has always helped me so much to sort through my thoughts and feelings and to realize that I'm not as bad as I sometimes think I am. When I get really upset sometimes reading my journals is the only thing that truly helps me because it' advice from myself; I can't argue with that. I've been writing for a while, and currently I have 350pgs of my journal saved on my computer going back from the present to 1998 (with a brief gap for the mission...I haven't yet tackled those journals). It was really good for me to see my progress and to really be able to understand that I am different than I was before; I have learned and grown so much, and I know I'll continue if I keep pressing forward. Life is good. The Lord is real. I am his daughter.