Maybe by acknowledging it I’m able to get rid of it, or anyway to place it in front of me, so to speak, so that I can deal with it in a way that isn’t hostile to my mental health. Though I’m not certain I believe that statement, or that it even needs to be true in order that the writing of these entries have the validity I want them to have. Meaning, not every act of journaling needs to produce its own aesthetic or therapeutic reward. Sometimes all one needs to do is convey information.