This year, I've realized that I miss my livejournal, a lot. When I stopped posting, I stopped writing for years. My life got off track around 2009, or maybe it was just a really dark path through the woods on my personal Hobbit journey...walking and walking and walking....to a place where I could find my courage and befriend my shadows.
Journalling has always been a way for me to see into my subconscious and gather artistic ideas with the occassional scrapbook poem. I miss interacting with my LJ friends/community. A lot of healing happened in these pages with the occassional upset or psychotic episode that was both sad for those involved and entainting for others to vicariously experience.
I need you again, dear journal and friends, because I miss you. The path has circled back. The landmarks are familiar and comforting. I can hear my own voice, and it is positive. Using the book Finding Your Own North Star: Claiming the Life You Were Meant to Live has allowed me to get back in touch with a more authentic inner voice and quietted the inner critic. The habit of negative self-talk has been kicked. I have a real support network and lots of tools to deal with my depression that went undiagnosed and untreated for years. The journey has just begun.