“I listened to the old brag of my heart…I am…I am…I am” ~ Sylvia Plath
“It’s time to start dreaming again.”
This was my entry in my “Dream Journal” of November 2011.
At the time I had no hope for the future.
I was officially diagnosed with depression in the spring of 2011, although my suffering began quite a bit earlier than that. My therapist didn’t recommend that I journal, but I love to write and I thought it would be a great opportunity to help sort out my thoughts.
Writing in my journal became an exercise regimen for me. It allowed me to me yell and scream with my words; it caught my tears; it rang loudly with excitement when joy was back in my heart and I felt that my life had a purpose again. After about six months of devoting myself to a writing practice, I realized that every time I wrote in my journal I was overcome with a soothing sensation. It was like slipping into a bubble bath after a hectic, cold day.« Continue »