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Journaling

I have had journals over the years, but never really got into the habit of writing in them on a regular basis.  For me, one of the most therapeutic things when I am feeling down is to write.  It helps me to process whats going on, and to get out those feelings of sadness, anger, frustration.  Sometimes this writing has even taken form in emails sent at 1am to people who may not understand, but can be there for you, no matter what.

But, I found one I like, and it's an app!  It's called the Five Minute Journal.  It's also available in a paper version, but I like how convenient it is to have it on my phone.  Every day when I get up, and every day when I get in bed I try to write in it.

In the morning, it asks you to write down 3 things you are grateful for.  For me, this list stays pretty constant - my mom and Huck are almost always on that list!  It also asks "What will I do to make today great?" This is a harder one for me.  There is also a section for daily affirmations.

At night, you can write about 3 amazing things that happened during the day, and how could you have made today even better?  You also have the option of adding a photo for the day.

It is quick and easy, and helps you see the good in your life, which I have a hard time doing sometimes.

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