Recently I’ve been seeing a new therapist for my depression and anxiety and he asked me if I would please write things down. I actually laughed and told him I’ve been doing that. Not just like a regular journal though, he said. I want you to try to articulate how you feel. I almost winced. I think I’ve written myself into the ground, I said. I’ve been writing about my feelings since the beginning of time and I feel like it won’t help me anymore. I’d rather do something else, anything else at this point.
So here I am, writing a regular journal entry instead of my feelings. He was really nice though. There, that’s a feeling. Or an opinion. Okay.