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A Raw Journaling Breakdown
How I Journal Through the Hard Shit (And Why You Should Too)
Because healing doesn’t always look pretty—but it works.
Have you ever journaled all the thoughts—even the nasty ones—you tell yourself in your head?
I have. And I’m going to show you exactly how I work through them, so you can too.
Let’s be real: we all have those days (or weeks… or months) where it feels like life is one giant shitstorm and you’re just trying to stay afloat. The pressure builds, and next thing you know, you’re spiraling—hating your body, doubting your worth, comparing your life to everyone else’s, and wondering how the hell you ended up here.
That’s when I grab my journal. No filter. No cute prompts. Just brutal honesty.
Here’s an actual journal entry of mine:
"I feel like I hate my body. I’m ugly, fat, and not attractive. I feel like my whole life sucks donkey balls because other people have better things and a happy marriage. I’m stuck in this comparison mindset that is fucking me up. I feel like I missed out on some amazing things and just settled for what was to get through everything, and now I’m upset about it all. I have an unfinished house. I got married at the courthouse. My whole life has been a struggle, and I just keep pushing through and never really make changes or work towards truly being happy and having what I dream of. I am the problem."
Yeah. It’s raw. But putting those thoughts to paper? That’s step one. You can't heal what you won’t face.
Step Two: Break It Down
After journaling the chaos in my mind, I take a breath and begin to break it apart. Thought by thought. Emotion by emotion. Let me show you how:
🧠 Thought: "I feel like I hate my body. I’m ugly, fat, and not attractive."
Pause. Why am I feeling this way?
Do I need something from my husband? From myself?
These questions help me move past the emotional spiral and get curious. Maybe I need more affirming words from my partner. Maybe I’ve been disconnected from my body—numbing out, ignoring my needs, criticizing instead of caring.
Plan: What can I do today to feel sexy, desired, or confident?
Maybe it’s putting on lingerie just for me, moving my body in a way that feels good (not punishing), or having an honest convo with my husband about how I’m feeling.
Side note: I have BDD (body dysmorphia). This makes body acceptance really hard some days—but not impossible.
Second side note: Having a supportive partner? Game changer.
🧠 Thought: "My whole life sucks donkey balls because other people have better things and a happy marriage. I missed out and just settled."
Comparison is a mindf*ck. And it steals every ounce of joy if you let it.
First of all: everyone’s path is different. Mine started young—with a baby as a teenager—and I’ve been in survival mode for 20 years. That kind of long-term stress takes a toll.
Truth is, I’m not mad at my life. I’m not even mad at my marriage. I’m just burnt the fuck out.
So I tell myself:
Girl, take a god damn breath.
Go outside.
Scream into the sky.
Cry your eyeballs out.
Let that shit GO.
Then remind yourself: you’ve been your own support system for years. You’ve held it all together for everyone. It’s okay to be tired. And it’s okay to want more.
🧠 Thought: "We have an unfinished house. We got married at the courthouse. Life has been a struggle, and I never work towards my dreams. I am the problem."
This one cuts deep. But I had to flip the script.
Let’s be honest: the house being unfinished? Doesn’t define your worth. The wedding being small? Doesn’t say a damn thing about the love in your marriage.
And if you’ve been in survival mode for years, of course you haven’t had time or energy for massive changes. That’s not failure—that’s fatigue.
Reframe:
You have made progress.
You are working towards your dreams—even if it’s slow.
You are not the problem.
What you are is a woman who’s waking up to her unmet needs and deciding she wants more out of life. That’s not selfish. That’s strength. That’s rebirth.
So, Why Journal Like This?
Because stuffing down your feelings only leads to more burnout, more resentment, more emotional eruptions.
Because you deserve to be honest about your pain—and then create a plan to move through it.
Because feelings are valid, but they don’t define you.
You feel them.
Then you release them.
My Final Reminder for You:
You are not lazy.
You are not a failure.
You are not stuck forever.
You are someone who’s survived more than most people know.
You’re learning to listen to your own voice again.
And even if it’s messy and scary—you’re ready for more.
No filters. No fluff. Just truth.
I’m right there with you. 💛
If you need someone to sit in the mess with you, I’m here.
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