Why Journal–

Oh, life’s many words and bliss.

Both the dry and abounding wave.

The warring within flesh and spirit. The fight for mental health over giving in to darkness.

To show up daily, weekly, or monthly and it would welcome me without “where have you been?” Without fear or failing, never questioning if I am enough.

I can just be. Me. Mom. Wife. Pastors Wife. Catherine. Trina. Friend. Daughter. Sister. Stranger. Be whole. Be broken. Be a mix. Be kneeling or standing. Even sitting. I can make sense. Stay on topic or loose my train of thought.

I can write full pages.

or a Word.

Oh, it rescues me.