#mental health journal prompts

[jenuinejournal]

♡︎Day 5/28-Day Journal Entry Challenge♡︎

Hello, hello!

We are starting February’s 28-Day Journal Entry Challenge with Day 5 asking: “Describe what solitude is to you.”

**On our social media pages, we are posting the day's prompt to remind everyone which day we’re on 😄 To download the 28-Day Journal Entry Challenge Calendar, you can subscribe to our Weekly Journal Prompt Newsletter. In the Welcome Message, you’ll have access to the file!**

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Day 5 asks us to write about: “Describe what solitude is to you.”

This past week, we have journaled about loneliness, aloneness, and solitude. Today, we are just journaling about solitude and being alone.

Referring back to the other journal entries that asked you what you thought about loneliness and solitude, we will use our existing ideas to break down further and introduce solitude to us.

Do you remember a time when you gave up? You finally accepted something for what it is, despite your hopes for the latter. How did it feel to accept something in its authenticity?

Was there ever a time you realized something so small actually had a significant impact on you and your current mindset? How was that shift?

Have you ever sat with yourself and thought, “I am not perfect”? Did you ever just sit with all your flaws, imperfections, things you wish to change, and your mean thoughts? How was that moment?

Authenticity and Realization are two of the few components that make up our awareness and perception of the world.

If you can accept and acknowledge it, you can be content with your being.

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Thank you for journaling with us & joining this #JournalChallenge and our #journalcommunity 🤗

If you’d like to download the complete 28-Day Journal Entry Challenge, you can do so by subscribing to our Weekly Journal Prompt Newsletter!

Subscribe here

In the Welcome Message, you’ll gain access to the PDF file & also have access to weekly journal prompts delivered to your email 🥰

Thank you again for joining, sharing, participating, and being part of the journaling club & our challenge!

You are what makes the club a club🤍

[ispiritualist]

28 mental health journal prompts

28 mental health journal prompts 📝

[messyoungie]

₊❏❜ ⋮ journaling prompts ─ ✧₊∘

✧ here’s a list of some of my favorite journal prompts that I hope will inspire you to pick up a notebook and write :)

◦when do you feel most like yourself

◦is there anything you’re not being honest about with yourself

◦what are you most afraid of others finding out about you

◦what boundaries do you need to set with yourself

◦when are you most “present” or “in the moment”

◦how often do you actually show up for yourself

◦what’s your focus been on lately

◦what past version of you do you like the most

◦what past version of you do you dislike the most

◦what is it that makes you cling to the things that drain you

◦think of the people you’re closest to in life and what you’re most scared to tell them

◦where are you living 90% of the time— in the past, present, future? in the real world or in the digital world?

◦when do you feel like you need to punish yourself

◦in what ways do you put off having your desires/stand in your own way

[audreys-diaryy]

[hersurvival]

they told me to eat a lemon peel and wait 45 minutes, for euphoria, and what did i have to lose by biting through that bitter rind other than a lingering acrid taste on the back of my tongue, like bile in the back of my throat. low risk for the reward of activating the pineal gland, of being washed over by euphoria, opening that elusive third eye of perception.

but nothing happened.

now i am high as hell in a bed not mine, alone, after my baby brother's wedding.

still waiting for the valve to open, for the flow of that ancient greek pneuma, that breath, to tap that unassuming pinecone of an organ of excess and delirium open, calling to the goddess of strife and discord through the taste of zest, to channel this incessant rage, turn chaos into coping.

the stars are so far away, unable to be caressed as they're dying, already dead, light taking ages to fade, to blink out of existence. so far away from here, in a black sea of nothing, abysmal and freezing. poke holes in me, pinpricks, i wonder if i too can shine from within, if my void holds any light that won't be noticed when it fades.

@nosebleedclub June 29th - Lemon Rind

[theereina]

Thursday, July 27

[annasanthology]

journal prompts

[girlmagicfr]

Weekly Journal Prompts

[choicesfandomappreciation]

Whether you're new to journaling or a seasoned writer, these prompts are designed to help you explore your thoughts and feelings, find moments of gratitude, and embrace the importance of self-care.

[jenuinejournal]

♡︎Day 4/28-Day Journal Entry Challenge♡︎

Hello, hello!

We are starting February’s 28-Day Journal Entry Challenge with Day 4 asking: “Describe a time you felt lonely and a time you felt at peace with yourself.”

**On our social media pages, we are posting the prompt of the day to remind everyone which day we’re on 😄 To download the 28-Day Journal Entry Challenge Calendar, you can subscribe to our Weekly Journal Prompt Newsletter. In the Welcome Message, you’ll have access to the file!**

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Day 4 asks us to write about: “Describe a time you felt lonely and a time you felt at peace with yourself.”

Do you remember a time you felt completely comfortable with your own space and company? A time where you didn’t mind the silence or the noise as long as it was your own?

Or how about a time when you were uncomfortable or felt unsafe alone? Maybe you had just lost yourself and you felt numbly.

Today we are journaling about those moments, even if we aren’t there anymore, or if we are currently there. The goal of the prompt is to help bring awareness to your current state.

For each moment, in solitude and loneliness, we will journal the same 5 sub-sections:

1. When was this moment (a specific season, a day, a year, an age, etc)?

2. Where was I in life at this time (in school, graduating, married, just had first kid, major life event, etc)?

3. When did I realize I was in this state (loneliness/solitude)?

4. What was/is it like here (describe how solitude/loneliness was once you realized you were in it)?

5. How do I view that moment now?

What these sub-sections do is help further break down the original question.

Journal these sub-sections and the original question and don’t forget to be honest with yourself and your feelings afterwards.♡

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Thank you for journaling with us & joining this #JournalChallenge and our #journalcommunity 🤗

If you’d like to download the full 28-Day Journal Entry Challenge, you can do so by subscribing to our Weekly Journal Prompt Newsletter!

Subscribe here

In the Welcome Message, you’ll gain access to the PDF file & also, have access to weekly journal prompts delivered to your email 🥰

Thank you again for joining, sharing, participating, and being part of the journaling club & our challenge!

You are what makes the club, a club🤍

[fifteenandfrantic]

Hi guys! Working on a project and need some insight ? what are global issues that teenage girls must go through that are frowned/ not looked upon in media.

[mothofmyth]

Steve Harrington takes up journaling.

Look, he's a very traumatised teenager in the 80s. He's got barely any friends, essentially no family worth a damn, and he's definitely not getting a therapist any time soon.

He remembered asking Nancy once, while they were still dating, why girls keep diaries. Why they write shit in them if they don't want anybody to read it.

She told him she likes it because it's like having a friend who can't give you advice you don't want, who won't give you their opinion or judgement on things they don't know enough about.

A diary can't betray your trust the way a human can, so long as you hide it well enough, and if you write something in it that you're not allowed to talk about, you can always tear out the page and throw it in a fire. It's how she compartmentalises. It's a release.

Steve honestly thought it was dumb at first. Leaving all of your secrets conveniently together in one place. If you invited friends over or threw a party and someone found it you'd be socially ruined before you even knew it was gone.

Still, after everything goes down... Steve has no friends his own age, he's sort of responsible for a bunch of traumatised kids, he's for all intents and purposes alone. He feels like he's going to pop if he doesn't tell someone something.

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He's throwing another tantrum, as his mom would call it. Tearing up and throwing anything he can find, uncaring of the mess he'll have to clean up later. He just can't cope, and it's not like anybody's stopping him.

He turns his attention to a bookshelf, starts tearing pages out of paperbacks and launching them across the room. He picks up an old notebook, probably a spare he got for school and never got round to using.

It makes him pause, remembering an old, old conversation with somebody he used to love.

He figures, what harm could it do to try? It's not like destroying the house for the third time this week is helping much, nor did climbing into his dad's liquor cabinet and falling to the bottom of a bottle of barrel-aged whiskey.

He grabs a cracked biro off the floor, ignoring the way the plastic crunches a little in his too-firm grip.

He opens the book to the first page and begins to write.

He doesn't really know what he's doing, so he just starts putting his stream of consciousness onto the page. At first it's barely coherent scribblings, but once he starts, he finds there's things he wants to say, things he's been desperate to tell someone just to get them out of his head. He couldn't tell the kids, couldn't tell Nancy or his parents, definitely couldn't tell Tommy and Carol, so he tells the book, instead.

He pours out his darkest thoughts, writes things he would never say out loud, about how sometimes he wishes the demogorgon had taken him out, wishes Billy had killed him, how maybe the kids would be better off that way.

He writes about how exhausted he is, how much he hates his friends and the government and everybody who dragged him to this point and then left him hanging. Left him to drown.

Like Barb drowned. When he killed her. When stupid Nancy invited her stupid friend to his stupid party because stupid Tommy and stupid Carol wanted to play in his stupid pool at his stupid house because his stupid parents were on a stupid business trip.

He presses too hard and the paper tears under his pen. He realises he's crying when he tries to put the paper back together and the ink smudges on his fingers.

He writes and writes until he feels empty inside, then he puts it in a shoebox and stuffs it back under his bed, along with all of those feelings and fears and traumas. With his absent parents and miserable little life and everything that he can never show to the rest of the world.

He starts cleaning up in a haze, forgetting all about his diary for the time being. He's got responsibilities, after all. Who else is gonna step up, if not him?

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End for now, but this could go a number of ways feel free to add on. Maybe someone finds the journal. Maybe they get upset by what they see. Maybe they're insulted, or scared, or worried and horrified about Steve's inner monologue.

Maybe some kind of magic happens and the book is actually connected to someone else in some way, and they're seeing everything he's writing and start writing back soulmates-style.

Maybe the book is someone, and they materialise from it having been created by Steve's thoughts or just summoned to 'fix' him.

Idk, as I said there's a lot of directions this could take.

[starryosiria-prototype]

͙͘͡★ Coping With Mornings ˙⟡

What is something that is guaranteed to get you out of your bed Example: I take a lot of pride in my fashion. When I take time the night before to pick out something stylish to wear, I notice that I feel a lot more motivated to get ready.

How can you incorporate it into your routine? Example: I will pick out clothes for myself the night before.

Ideas: ˙⟡ Save an interesting podcast episode for the morning. ͙͘͡★ Buy high-quality morning coffee/tea ˙⟡ Listen to good music. ͙͘͡★ Meal prep a nourishing breakfast ˙⟡ Make a journal of sunrise photos

Find something to get you excited about the day, and you will find it easier to begin.

[shelbyblog2025]

Reupload: First Journal Entry <3

1/27/2025 9/27/2025

Dear Diary,

This morning I already made a fool of myself by telling a random stranger how “I wasn’t following him” because the guy and I were walking in the same direction. I thought making that comment would have been funny since for the past 5 minutes I was walking behind him in the same direction to the building I wanted to sit down and type this first official blog. Sigh, I wish sometimes when I am sitting alone I have the tenacity to feel paranoid that people are talking poorly about me or making rude comments about my look or style. I think this stems from the low self-esteem issues I have from the trauma, that I had in middle school. You're probably thinking? “Middle school lol, what could have possibly happened in middle school, children aren’t that mean, they just do not understand the concrete concepts of how their words can affect others”. Partly this is true, however, at the age of 10-13ish, there is a layer where your ego should make good decisions that don’t harm others. Luckily since I am an adult now I tend to reflect on my previous memories of my early school days. I did conclude that people are not born to be hateful towards others, they just weren't given the chance to accept REAL  kindness from another person. 

Humans are quite fascinating to observe, even if they don't think they are all that intriguing. I have always loved getting to know someone for the first time. I preive how they lived so many adventures and created precious memories, then in favor became a story to tell another friend. I hope this blog becomes a place to inspire young writers or just fellow followers that you already have on your journey. You're the main character of your story, and people are just wanting for you to tell. I know I will listen! :) 

[dissociativecollective]

I'm trying to see this for what it is: a new chance, an opening, a beginning. A clean slate. A way of the universe undoubtedly showing me that this phase is over and I'm ready [or not] to dive into the next. But all I can see is defeat. All I can see is the fear of not deserving to end up where I want to be, where I should be, where I feel I have to be. My thoughts are overwhelming. My doubts are endless. I'm a well that's filled to the brim with poisoned water. I'm a finished painting, a portrait painted in the most vibrant colors. But the knife is tightly grasped in my hand and I want to scratch off layer after layer and start again, just to figure out who I am and do something different. Something new. It's all old news and repetitions of past mistakes and regrets and I don't know how to break free from this trap. It comes down to this: I'm scared senseless. This fear has become part of me and I don't know how to look at the future without feeling overwhelmed by it. I want to write about hope next, but I don't really feel it right now. But I think I'll feel it one day. I know I will. I must.

[theereina]

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