Journaling Changed My Life
I’ve been journaling for as long as I can remember. Long before I knew what meditation was, or what healing even meant, or that my soul had anything to say, I was the little girl with a diary, trying to understand the world by writing my way through it.
Back then, it didn’t look like “inner work.”
It looked like:
pages of feelings I didn’t know how to speak out loud,
lists of dreams and fears,
stories I made up because the real ones felt too big,
and questions, always questions, about who I was and why things felt the way they did.
I didn’t realize it then, but journaling was teaching me the most important practice of my life: listening to myself.
As I got older, journaling shifted from a childhood outlet into a lifeline. Through trauma, motherhood, love, loss, awakening, and every version of myself in between, my journal became the place where I could tell the truth without performing. It held pieces of me I wasn’t ready to say out loud. It became the witness I never had growing up, the one who didn’t judge, didn’t fix, didn’t rush me. Just listened.
There’s something sacred about seeing your own thoughts on a page.
It interrupts the swirl.
It softens the fear.
It gives shape to the things that feel too big to name.
And slowly, gently, it brings you home to yourself.
Journaling has changed my life because it has allowed me to see myself clearly, beyond roles, expectations, or what the world needs from me. Writing is where I remember who I am: the soul beneath the stories, the truth beneath the noise.
My process isn’t perfect or precious. Some days I write one sentence. Some days it pours through me like a river. Some days the words feel stuck, and I meet myself right there, stuck-ness and all. The practice isn’t about being profound; it’s about being present.
And that’s why I created the SoHum Journal.
Not to give answers.
Not to add another task to your day.
But to offer a space where you can meet yourself again.
Because I believe with everything in me that the deepest wisdom you’ll ever touch is already inside you. Journaling is how we remember it.
If my younger self could see me now, writing openly, guiding others, creating a journal meant to support souls on their path, she would probably smile and say, “You were always meant for this.”
And maybe…so were you <3
