Why does it have to be so hard to journal? During the day, all these great thoughts will combine with enthusiasm and creativity into someone of a giddiness at the thought of being able to put some things into writing. And at the end of the day, when the time to write is finally there, it all just… fizzles… the thoughts are gone, the motivation vanished and all that is left is a blank screen.
Maybe part of it is that the amount of thoughts to put down becomes overwhelming after a whole day. Or maybe it’s simply the same problem that inhibits writing during the day: the fear of interruption.
Yes, I’m sure those are all true. But I think the biggest issue, for me anyway, is that it forces me to be honest with myself and walk on a very thin line between analyzing my feelings and preventing negativity from turning anything into a rant, a disgusting pile of exagerrations and emotional rubbish.
But knowing that does not make it easier, does it 
