Into the Abyss

For years I have been told (by others and my own brain) that I should really think about journaling. And throughout those years I have tried many times to start , never lasting more than a day or two . Despite knowing the benefits, as well as numerous people who swear by it, I could never seem to see it as anything other than poi ntless. Why am I taking the time to write down these thoughts in my head in a notebook that I don't intend for anyone to read. If no one else is going to read it anyway, aren't those thoughts safer in my head?    Never mind the fact that those thoughts were often toxic, hanging in my head like a miasmic fog before seeping down into the rest of my body. It filled my arms and legs like a lead weight, making every movement feel like a marathon. It swelled in my chest and stung my eyes like a sob that perpetually strained to be released. It curdled in my stomach, creating a roiling, churning chasm that alternated between empty for days and overly ful...