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The Conversation That Changed Everything

Journaling is what brought me here.

If I hadn’t started writing things down, I don’t think these questions would have become real. They would’ve stayed in my head looping, repeating, unresolved quietly running my life without me noticing.

When I first started journaling, I did what I do with many things: I turned it into pressure.

I thought I needed the perfect notebook.
Perfect handwriting.
Perfect sentences.
A strict routine.
The same time, every day.

Even journaling became something I felt I could “fail” at.

And for a while, I missed the point completely.

So what is journaling, really?

For me, journaling is a conversation with yourself.
A conversation you might not be able to have with anyone else or maybe there is no one else to have it with.

It’s a quiet moment where you get to exist without performing.
Where you can write things no one will ever read…
or things you want people to read…
or things you wish you could scream from a rooftop.

Either way, it’s a starting point.

At some point, I moved past the need to do it “right”. I stopped worrying about structure and discipline and aesthetics. I just kept writing. Messy. Incomplete. Honest.

And honestly? That’s when things started to shift.

Writing became a way to push back against the voices in my head the ones that tell me to quit, to stay comfortable, to avoid anything that feels unfamiliar or slightly uncomfortable.

So this is my advice, if you’re wondering where to start:

Journal. Any way you want to.

It can be:

• voice notes to yourself while drinking tea
• writing for five minutes when the house is quiet
• waking up early with a structured routine
• scribbling before bed
• using multiple notebooks
• writing on a scrap of paper you fold and put away

There is no correct way.

Starting and continuing opens doors.
Not all at once. Not loudly.

There is something there.
Not at the end of a perfect sentence
but at the end of a page you were brave enough to fill.

Love, szah

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