Journaling Became Bae

So in 2017 I decided to separate from my now estranged husband. In that year is also a year where I started going back on dates with Bae (my journal). Bae allowed me to disappear from reality in the most daunting moments and was always there for me when I needed to vent, be vulnerable, and share my most private secrets that at times I would never share with a single walking soul. See Bae understood me. Bae never judge and bae made love to my soul by allowing me to get lost in his pages.

Journaling uplifted my soul, alleviated stress, and rooted me on when I needed it. I found myself writing poetry, speaking art with my words and making love with my pen to paper. It began to get so addictive that I started to even record voice journals when my pen and paper was afar. Bae had me head over heels because I found my neck pains, and shoulder strains and migraines to lessen the more I consoled and confided in my Bae. This type of Bae was equivalent to a therapist, a getaway trip and an orgasmic explosion of my soul and mind.

Bae triggered me to see the best in me because I could revisit and reflect on the pages of long lost words. I was able to see the growth in me. I was able to see my points of brokenness in life to now my wavelengths being so high that the cracked shell mended herself as her ancestors lived on those pages with her. Her being me, me being I. I am soaring. And I can thank Bae. Although at times I can be inconsistent with Bae, there is not one moment that I don’t yearn to put my pen to the paper and free myself. Bae allowed this behavior and I must express gratitude because with Bae I am on another Latitude. He is my niche and where he is I want to be. Journaling is Bae at best. And if you’re similar to me you may want to get you a taste. But be careful it’s known to be addictive. It has a disclaimer such as writers withdrawal, writers block, freedom, stress reliever, vibration wave improvement, just to name a few.