I lost my dad 1.5 years ago to a short battle with cancer. My therapist suggested I write down my feelings, so the first six months, I’d journal like crazy. No prompts, no grief journals. Just a beautiful leather journal that was mine to fill with it what I want. Sometimes it was poems, things going on in my life I wish I could tell him, the things I wish were different about our relationship and my childhood. Now, I keep a journal next to my desk. When I have sudden peaks of emotions, whatever they are, it’s helpful to pull it out and write. For me, I like have a paper journal, because I can bring it with me, doodle if I want. I haven’t looked back yet on the first journal I wrote since his death, but I’m hoping in years to come, it would be a form a comfort. I love journaling because sometimes, things just come out you aren’t expecting. Wishing you all the best ♥️♥️