When I started journaling here, it was a place that I shared with no one. A place where I could say whatever I was feeling or thinking. The internet felt so vast those days. Where I could explore music, join chat rooms full of people interested in the same books as me, and transform my feelings into words and relate to others through them. But now I worry that my sensitive expressions and coping will be connected to myself. Will coworkers, Facebook friends, or others find this place?
This hesitancy has been frustrating, because journaling is how I've coped with the stress of life ever since I can remember. From small paper composition books in middle school to locked diaries to to typewriters to digital blogs.
I want to share again. I want to write again. I need to process things again, because I feel so overwhelmed.