“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you,” according to an unknown author. At first, I thought that this third modular class would just be about writing diaries. I assumed I would simply bore myself by recounting the events of my life. However, it turned out to be much more, it became the creation of a new, yet familiar world, a world of reminiscing, recognizing, accepting, and healing. It is a world where I can be true to myself, free from fear of being misjudged. A world where I can express my story without shame.
The sudden and unexpected death of my father two years ago left me with deep regret and even hatred toward myself. I regret that during the time I had with him, I wasn’t able to fully express my love and gratitude, and I missed the chance to ask for forgiveness. Through journal writing, I found the only way I could still tell him that I love him and that I care. It felt like creating a space where I could talk to him again. After writing, I felt healed, relieved of the heavy burden I had been carrying.
Journal writing is fun, but also overwhelming. It can bring back joyful memories, but it also uncovers painful ones. In this module, I realized that there are still many things from my past I haven’t let go of, wounds that haven’t had a chance to heal. Journal writing gives me a safe place to express those long-suppressed emotions. It doesn’t trap me in the past, it helps me move forward and continue living in the present.
By Post. Ricardo Cuizon II
SVD Postulancy 
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