I used to keep a journal all the time. But when my depression started I noticed that when I went back and read what I'd written, it would make my depression worse. I was either angry that I wasn't that happy person anymore or I was upset that I have still been stuck in this. I don't know if I'm making any sense, but the point is I just don't like to read what I have journaled. So I had an idea. Well, actually I stole it. Lol. Anyone read The Perks of Being a Wallflower? Great book. The book is all letters written to some person that we never find out who it is. But it doesn't matter. The point is that someone is reading those letters. And someone cares. Even if the writer never hears back from the reader or even meets them. So I started writing letters. I thought about sending them to random addresses, but I don't want to pay for that much postage. So I am writing them and leaving them somewhere for someone to find. If someone reads it, great. If not, it's okay. At least I have processed what I need to for that day. I've written it down. And I have hope that someone will read it and care.
Am I crazy for doing this?