I've spent the last few weeks reviewing my journals. I'm working on my memoir, and a crucial part of that is my own words at the time, so I've been skimming all my old journals, dog earing the relevant entries. Then I transfer them into my memoir rough draft on the computer.
It's an interesting process. Quite often, I observe how my writing process brings me to serenity. Over and over I start out wailing and end up whispering.
This is perhaps why I have journaled much less since starting my Lexapro. My anxiety is now at a normal level. Of course, another factor is undoubtedly the fact that the huge issue I dealt with for so many years is now resolved.
Words are powerful, especially our own.