I was already writing for college back then. Typed essays, neat reports, research papers stacked in tidy piles.
But I’m a grown ass woman! Old school...you know what I mean. Give me a smooth writing pen and a fresh notebook, and I’ll give you my soul.
Handwriting is your own unique code. It’s your personalized expression that no one else can duplicate. And when my marriage hit its roughest patch, that smooth pen and brand-new notebook became my best friend.
I wrote down the words I wasn’t yet ready to say out loud. That was journaling. Not for a grade, not for anyone else’s eyes—but for survival.
Decades later, I know this to be true: sometimes the bravest thing you can do is write it before you can speak it.
That’s why I created The Courage Journal. It’s more than lined paper. It’s your safe place to say what you’re not yet ready to shout.
💜 If you’ve been waiting for the “right moment” to begin again, let the page be your first bold step.
Click here: The Courage Journal
