Historias de Personaljournal

Here lies a journal of my life. I've always liked the idea of keeping a journal, but I am not a huge fan of hand writing so... voila.

TW: This isn't a story, it's my public day to day journal entry. I am a simple everyday girl who is on the road to recovery (yay) and I thought sharing my recovery 100% raw day to day may help someone else. (or so i can only hope) Much love to those who are also struggling. You got this! (: ❌Not pro ED❌ ** Please don't report as I use this website as an outlet to vent & share my struggles with recovery. We are not all perfect, & I try as best as possible to share the 100% truth to recovery. I hope that others whom have the same struggles as me can find comfort in knowing it is an uphill battle, but we can all make it as long as we keep trying. **

Just to get away from other stories and fan fiction due to my writers block I want to start my own little journal to update while not updating me other book (which you should go check out, it's called "Hold your breath") It will be about my life and opinions and some other fun stuff and positivity rants. Have fun

This is my journal. For you to read. Be gentle.

My personal LIFE encounter with the paranormal and unnatural unexplained events, a journal if you will.

in which a typically weird teen rants about everything and nothing

This e-book will contain all my experiences (or must of them) since my comback from USA to Mexico. I hope you enjoy it.

Ignore the lenny faces lol. This is just if I want to post my thoughts somewhere or if I find/make something cool I want to show someone.

Hey my name is Grace and I will be using this as a journal or whatever, don't read it unless you want to be bored to death or listen to me complain

Just a mini book with a starter sentence that will always begin with sometimes ☺️

This isn't a novel. It's not a diary either. It's the in-between. The chaos. The soft unraveling of a girl who feels everything and keeps going anyway. Some chapters sound like euphoria. Some read like breakdowns in the car with sad songs from 2005. There are cats after 10pm. Existential crises on the treadmill. Moments where I feel like a goddess devouring emotion, and others where I'm just trying not to cry while buying almond milk. This is what it means to be fully alive and still function. To grieve and laugh. To spiral and get back up. To feel everything, and still show up as yourself, unapologetically human.

Hello, for the sake of names, you can call me Jaxin (not my actual name, but I always did love that one.) This is the storage shed for all my thoughts when I'm having one of my "sessions". This is my safe space for me the come and sort out what I'm feeling when I'm too confused to know. It's basically the only place I can be guiltless with sharing my words. I guess some would call this a journal, some might even go as far as to call it a diary, but I relate this to nothing but a blank space for me to use to my advantage. Welcome to my Depression Sessions.

This is just a journal to keep track of the things I am doing to finally have my glow up this year feel free to read if you want

Энэ бол авралын тухай бичвэр биш. Өөрийгөө ойлгосон ч засаж чаддаггүй хүний дотоод яриа. Өөрийнх нь хийсэн үйлдлүүд хэрхэн гай, давталт, шарх болж эргэж ирдгийг ухамсарласан ч зогсоож чаддаггүй нэгний тэмдэглэл. Энд найдвар байхгүй. Зөвтгөл ч байхгүй. Зөвхөн өөрийгөө харж зүрхэлсэн мөчүүд, мэдээд ч өөрчлөгдөөгүй үнэний хурц ул мөрүүд бий. Энэ бол "би ийм хүн" гэж хүлээн зөвшөөрөх тухай биш. Харин тийм гэдгээ мэдсээр байж амьдрах ямар байдгийг ил гаргасан бичвэр.

Cheche has always lived between two worlds-born in Asia, raised in Finland, shaped by two cultures and one steady faith. She's the type of girl who plans everything, dreams boldly, and pushes herself outside her comfort zone, even when her heart trembles a little. When she begins her nursing studies, her quiet prayers lead her to a new church, new friendships, and a deeper walk with God. Life feels steady-until an unexpected door opens. A placement abroad. A chance to step into the unknown. A calling she can't ignore. Tanzania becomes a world of new colors, new rhythms, and new lessons. And in a small Maasai village, Cheche meets someone whose simplicity challenges everything she thought she knew about life. Their connection is gentle, fleeting-something softer than love, yet warm enough to stay in her memory forever. This is a story about faith, culture, courage, and the beautiful people you meet along the way. A story of moments that change you quietly. Of prayers answered in unexpected places. Of a girl growing into the woman God is shaping her to be. And her journey is only just beginning.

When she feels, words spill into tiny universes. When she remembers, yesterday folds itself into paper-thin echoes. When she wonders, questions bloom like constellations no one else sees. That Girl and Her Thousand Thoughts is a collage of fragments - some born from real moments, some from nostalgia, and some simply imagined. Not every page is a memory; some are questions of what if, or echoes of emotions she's never lived but somehow understands. A collection of random thoughts, quiet confessions, and little daydreams that may not belong to her alone, but to anyone who has ever felt deeply, or even just wondered. Maybe you'll find her in these pages. Maybe you'll find yourself. Started: September 24, 2025 Ended: (still on going)

This is really just a personal journal, a way of writing down my feelings so they aren't trapped inside of me. The good and the bad, it'll all be right here ❤️

This isn't a diary. It's a quiet rebellion. A young woman documents the slow, messy, unglamorous process of changing her life - from the inside out. No fake motivation. No forced optimism. Just daily check-ins, failed efforts, strange dreams, financial worries, silent longings, and the stubborn will to keep going. Not quite broken. Not quite healed. Just... almost. And maybe that's enough for now.

This isn't really a story, it's more like a journal. Each day I'm going to (at least try to) write how I'm feeling or how school was or whatever. I'm not trying to get attention or have people pity me or something. I just need to write my day down, hopefully find some progress with myself and share it with you, to show that you are not alone. Please feel free to do this yourself or comment your day and we can go on this journey together. Love you! Disclaimer: language, mentions of anxiety attacks, suicide. If they are triggering to you I try to put them in the being of the part so you can skip it, if need be, but if it's sensitive to you, don't read.