As I write this, it’s 4:45 pm on Friday evening. It is Valentine’s Day. I’m alone with my cats and drinking my second glass of
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Remembered feelings often don’t match the realities written in the moment. Journaling holds one accountable, forces them to see what happened at any given time with greater clarity than could otherwise be achieved.