Writing Just Because

I have always understood the reason for writing. It is a necessary skill to have to learn in order to communicate and otherwise be a member of society. For me, it has been needed to take notes, write papers, send letters, etc. It wasn't until recently that I decided to try and write just because I could. I tried writing down my thoughts in a journal-like fashion in order to quell them, but putting down my anxious ramblings on paper just ended up giving them a physical form and did not really help me much. I tried keeping a daily journal of things that I thought or did throughout the day, but that just made me realize that I do not do as much on a daily basis as I thought I did. None of this really suited me, or made me feel very good afterward.

There are so many people, both online and in my life, that swear by journaling, saying that it helps them so much with their own introspection and to process the thoughts they have. They say that it lightens their mental load. I, for my whole life, feel as though I have dealt with my mental load WITHOUT any external means. I feel as though I have been able to, for better or for worse, intake information, dwell on it, process it, and file it somewhere that it belongs without doing anything outside of my own head. This probably is not the best way to go about dealing with mental stress, and something like a journal would really probably do me some good. 

I have found some things that work though, in both drawing and blogging. I feel like writing/blogging to an (imaginary) audience makes it feel less like work and more like a conversation, and all of my empty journals are planned to be filled with drawings and unserious snippets about daily life and thoughts. Maybe I will try and pick journaling back up in the future, but as of now, I guess I'm content.