When the World Fell Apart, I Wrote

How Journaling Became My Anchor Through Grief, Burnout, and Becoming Myself Again

There were moments I felt like I was unraveling. Like I was drifting so far from who I used to be, I wasn’t sure how to find my way back. And when I didn’t have the answers, I wrote.

Writing has always been there for me — long before I knew what “processing emotion” even meant. My dad was an incredible writer. I think that’s where I got it from. His words had weight, rhythm, grit. And even when our relationship was rocky — which, truthfully, it often was — I know I inherited that deep, inner pull to put thoughts on paper.

When my parents divorced, writing became my safe space. I would sit and write letter after letter — not the kind you ever send, just the kind your soul needs to get out. My mom never let me mail them. But I wasn’t really writing for anyone else. Even back then, I knew I felt lighter, clearer, more in control when I let my feelings hit the page.

Writing gave me room to make sense of a world that didn’t always make sense. And even now — as a therapist, a mother, and the founder of STG Wellness — writing is still how I process the weight of life. It’s where I go when I feel disconnected. It’s how I return to myself.

I love writing because it surprises you. You sit down and things come out that you didn’t even know were bothering you — or weighing that heavy on your shoulders. And somehow, when the words are out, the air around you changes. The pressure lifts. You can breathe again.

Journaling is one of the most powerful tools I know. Not because it’s trendy — but because it’s sacred. Taking just 10 minutes a day to sit in a quiet or cozy place, to be with yourself — no distractions, no outside noise — and write? That’s an act of self-devotion.

I often tell my clients: Just throw up on the page. Your handwriting doesn’t have to be neat. Your thoughts don’t have to be pretty. You just have to get the shit out. Because when you don’t — it stays in. And time after time, I’ll meet with someone who says, “I don’t know, I just haven’t felt as good lately.” And almost always, we trace it back to this: They stopped walking. they stopped writing.

Not that those two things fix everything. But they matter. They are daily rituals that tether you to your truth. They’re how we process the unprocessed. They’re how we walk in fire — without losing ourselves in the burn.

That’s why I created STG Wellness journals. Because we all deserve a space to be honest, to feel without judgment, and to find ourselves again — one page at a time.

Been carrying something heavy? Try writing it down. And if you need a space to begin, our journals are here. We’re building a community of women who write, reflect, and heal — one page at a time.

STG Wellness was founded by Jamie Codispoti, LCSW — a licensed therapist with over 25 years of clinical experience. We create bold, guided journals for women ready to reclaim their truth, process what’s heavy, and finally feel like themselves again.

Because healing deserves space — and so do you.

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