Day 21: Still
isra.a.writes • 17 Jun 2025 •
It’s day two of not knowing what to say. I’m lacking some focus and clarity. When this happens, I’m tempted to journal about my day like I’m blogging to get some thoughts out of my system. But that feels too intimate, too personal.
This makes me think of a few things:
- I don’t do well with raw personal accounts of deeply personal stories. It feels strange to be emotional online. Like shedding skin.
- Books on vulnerability were my least favourite part of self-help, because it invites people to reveal their innermost selves to the wrong crowds in the name of ‘holy vulnerability’. Ironically, books on being strong and resilient also bugged me. They felt too forced.
But why do I feel this way? What does it mean to be bothered by both vulnerability and resilience? There must be a reason for my beliefs.
I recently went through a phase of not knowing what to write about because my mind was all over the place and I was spending my days planning, which meant my life felt too dull to document. Nothing interesting was top-of-mind. 😂😭
It might help to prompt your brain with questions when that happens or to imagine who you can help with what you already know and prompt your brain from their pov.
There is PLENTY to write about. Whenever we feel like we don’t have anything to say it’s usually a recall problem, not for lack of ideas in our mental repository.