If we’re honest with ourselves, there have been moments of anxiety and fear over the past few weeks. It’s easy in the midst of isolation to bottle everything up inside. And even if we don’t want to burden our friends/family, keeping it all internal isn’t healthy.
I haven’t written in a journal/diary in ages. In my teens and early twenties, I actually kept up with a journal a fair bit. For some unknown reason, it fell away in my thirties and now forties.
A few weeks ago, I saw a tweet from a historian who talked about how we should be writing down our experiences through this pandemic. I can’t find the tweet now, unfortunately. But it stuck in my mind.
I thought about all the personal accounts of other historical events I’ve read. They seemed to take on a suddenly deeper meaning. I can better understand why those people took pen to paper.
Sharing their thoughts must’ve been so cathartic in terrifying times when so much was out of their control.
It’s basically where we are now. Aside from keeping up with social distancing and other recommendations, there’s little control we have over this pandemic. And even the most zen of my friends is experiencing stress, anxiety, and fear.
I’m an author.
I deal in fiction.
Writing the truth of my thoughts seemed much more intimidating at first.
I’m a few days into my journalling. It’s provided an amazing outlet for the unease I’m feeling. Putting everything down on paper has offered some relief.
And somehow, a physical journal is definitely better than an online one.
I’ve been both pouring out my thoughts on paper but also jotting down what’s happening in my area and the things I’ve seen.
It’ll be interesting to look back in a few months or even years to read through my own personal history of this pandemic.
How about you?
How are you processing everything right now?