Hi Reader, I'm popping in your inbox today to share something I've been working on the last couple weeks. Putting my book about writing aside, I knew I wanted to bring my research on therapeutic writing to the page in one form or another. Thus, I wrote a blog post highlighting the key ways journaling MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER. This is good info, Reader. Healthy coping skills for life, kind of info. Curious? Dig in, my friend... The Art of Journaling: Harnessing The Power of Self-ExpressionI’ve always loved a journal. Everything about it. The feel of it in my hands. The soft, blank pages inside. Every journal is an opportunity. Every journal is full of potential. From the little locked diaries of my childhood to beautiful journals handmade by my sister to simple school notebooks I’d buy in a pinch while traveling. A collection of blank pages has always brought me joy, always made me feel at home. Although I hadn’t planned for my career to focus on writing, when my oldest was a toddler and started to display a lot of difficult behaviours I had to leave my work in children’s mental health. It was too much for me to work with challenging kids all day and come home to my own. Him and I both deserved so much better than that. So I turned to writing and figuring out how to make writing easier for people, as well as how to have emotional, therapeutic experiences with writing. When I returned (so I thought) to the mental health world by pursuing my masters in counseling and spirituality in 2020, I didn’t think I’d study writing. I had been working with a few different ideas, looking generally in the direction of menstruation, PMDD and spiritual healing. In the end though, my proposed study was deemed too big and I had to rework my plan, quickly. My supervisor made the obvious suggestion: “What if you looked at something writing oriented? That seems like it would be a good fit…” I agreed grudgingly but the research on therapeutic writing captivated me instantly, and looking back now I find it hard to believe I had ever planned to study anything else. There is no lack of articles about writing as a therapeutic tool as it is used in so many ways to support therapeutic goals – from gratitude lists to letter writing to poetry therapy. This meant I had a lot to work with but also made it challenging to come up with something unique. I wanted to do more than write another meta-analysis. I wanted my research to make a thoughtful contribution, to say something that hadn’t been said before. My research ultimately focused on treating trauma through autobiographical writing, which relates well to journaling – perhaps the purest form of autobiographical writing. Whether in locked diaries or beautifully bound journals, it is often only in those precious pages that we share our deepest truths... Finish reading the post here. Of course, if someone in your life needs this info, please share this email or the blog post. So many people could be helped with a little bit of journaling. 'til next time, Parrish |
Hi Reader, Let’s get right to it, shall we? Tomorrow is a day of mourning. A day of fear for many. And some may say, a day of embarrassment for the American people. My mom is American, moved to Canada with her first husband after having my brother and sister in the States. She had been in Toronto a few years before meeting my dad, and he brought her to the farmland his family shared in the Ottawa Valley. I guess she felt at home among the hippie values sprouting up in this local rural...
Hi Reader, This morning Facebook Memories told me it’s been 16 years since I fell rock climbing in Costa Rica, resulting in a few stitches in my head and a serious concussion that went undiagnosed for years leading to multiple chronic health issues. When my babies were babies, I hurt everyday. There were many days I couldn’t carry them. I had wanted to be a baby-wearer but sharp pains shot through my shoulders whenever I tried. My first was almost three years old, and my second was just a few...
Reader, All the presents have been opened, and most of the wrapping paper put away til next year. The tree is still up but already gives off the aroma of nostalgia. "I can't believe Christmas is over," say my kids as they disappear into their rooms, seeking silence to recharge after all the over-stimulation. I encourage rest and supplements, water and vegetables. We need to get back on track somehow. But evenings are still for movies and days for friends. Packing in as much as we can while...