myself as a writer-6

I remember after my high school graduation my mom giving me a journal. She told me to write everything I was feeling at any giving moment. Whatever I was feeling at that time no matter if it was good or bad, write it down and it will all go away. At this time in my life I was expecting my first child. I went through every emotion in the book. So I was were glad to receive this gift.
I wrote in my journal as often as I could. Writing about the changes I would see happening over time. The feelings of another life inside of me. As I look back at some of my entries, I had pretty good descriptive images that Stephanie taught us to in our narritive essays. Quoats like, “when my baby started to move it felt like butterflies fluttering around.” “when he would kick my stomach would bounce like the round soft kick ball we would play with in gym class.” I was fascinated that just by looking through some of my writings in this journal, it would help me with my English assignment.
My journal help me in many through the most difficult times and it was like therapy. Once I wrote how I felt or what I was going through, a release came over me. It was like I was transferring my stress, sadness, happiness, or madness into the pen and it would unleash onto the blank pages. And I love I can always go back and read through it.