It gives you a chance to express your feelings even when you can’t express them out loud.
When I was younger, I had a diary. Actually, I had several. I would write in them every day until they got full and I had to move on to the next or buy more. But my thoughts, feelings, the day’s events–everything was recorded in my diaries.
I stopped writing for a while, and I recently picked it back up. It is such a release. My journals now are notebooks without locks and small keys. I write letters to people that I may never send, I vent, I scribble a bunch of nonsense, I write my wandering thoughts as they come…
It feels good.
You know, most people sing, some exercise. Others visit a gun range or pop pills. When it comes to relieving stress, my vice is my pen.