I started journaling in 2014. 8 months after my elder brother passed away. I had gone through a massive downer. It was the darkest period of my life. I had lost myself. I lost all meaning to life. Did I want to be here…no! But even in my darkest moment, there was this voice within me, a voice that was giving me hope.

I guess for 25 odd years, hope was all I had; hope that things would change. Later down the line, I’ll explain this in further detail. But 2014, I started journaling.

It was powerful. Getting thoughts on paper was a game changer. It allowed me to read what I was thinking. At times I’d be like… WOW! Do I really feel that?!

I’d question my feelings

5 years later, I still journal. Not as much as I’d like to but i do it. More importantly, recently, I’ve been re-reading the last 5 years; what a rollercoaster!

An extract from my journal. Written in 2015; writing about an event from the past