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 Can Journaling Improve Mental Health?

Can Journaling Improve Mental Health?

Can Journaling Improve Mental Health?


Since I started the series “Let’s Make Journaling Work for You,” I’ve been getting many questions around this, like:
“Is it really going to help me?”
“Can it actually improve my mental health?”
“Can it really help with the trauma I’ve gone through?”

That’s a pretty tough question, right?

I come from the era when Pokémon was a big part of growing up, and I still love them. I’m sure you’ve come across them too. Maybe Pikachu is your favorite 🌟

I want you to reflect:
How many times have you been curious about their journey?
Their backstory?
What had they gone through?

When we see a Pokémon from the start, what type it is, how it fights, how it evolves, and even how it gets defeated and then how it gets up and gets stronger—we stay hooked.

Now think about movies. Don’t we connect more deeply with a protagonist when we understand where they’re coming from? What failures did they face? That’s what allows us to relate because then we start to see ourselves in them.

A character becomes our inspiration when their weaknesses mirror our own. When they were also like us, facing problems like us, and seeing them overcome those challenges makes us feel: If they can, maybe I can too.

We love watching their journey unfold, and our heart feels we could too.
It’s magical, and we’re able to witness all that because it’s documented.

Sure, some of it is fictional. But why let the truth get in the way of a good story, one that inspires action and fuels our dreams!

So maybe it’s high time we start documenting our own stories. Journaling our journeys, our challenges. Not necessarily for others, but for ourselves. So that when we look back, we remember:
If life is good now, we earned it.
And if it isn’t, we’re not done yet, we’re still writing our story.

You should journal—not because I say so—but because one day, it might just make you proud of yourself.

Your Psychologist,
Ambidextrous Anmol
Helping you achieve potential, supporting your well-being
Couldn't Make It Into My Dream Institute. But I Walked Away With This...

Couldn't Make It Into My Dream Institute. But I Walked Away With This...

Anmol's Interview in NIMHANS

I had my interview at NIMHANS—my dream institute.

A dream institute for me, and for many...

After the wait, names were being announced, and my ears were eagerly waiting…
maybe mine comes now… maybe next... the last one is mine…

But it wasn’t!

Those whose names weren’t called were asked to leave. The selected ones were to stay.

As people began walking toward the lift, I stayed seated—my heart still aching to fully accept it.

I walked to the coordinator and quietly asked in hope,
“Please tell me if Anmol is on the list?”

She checked and simply gestured.

That was my cue to walk out.

I returned to my seat—felt like all my energy was sucked out of me—picked up my bag and belongings, face down, trying to hold myself together.

I didn’t take the lift. I just… walked.
Four floors down, one heavy step at a time.
Could’ve counted the stairs, but my mind was busy with uneasy emotions.

I reached the ground floor and saw the guard sitting there with the registers.
I was supposed to sign the exit time, but the confidence I had while signing the entry time felt like a different version of me.

I couldn’t even bring myself to look for my name again.

Because I had written “interview” under the “purpose” section, with anticipation and excitement.

But I didn’t get it!

There was a written test before it, and it didn’t go in my favor. So no interview for me.

I walked out of the building. The sunlight was strong. My eyes needed time to adjust.

So I took a moment.

Just stood there, trying to sync with what I was feeling. A couple of deep breaths.
Still uneasy—but at least, in sync with my body.

I wasn’t okay, even after sharing with my close people.
All the voice messages, text messages, and calls I received...
They reminded me: this is a part of life. And I can do better next time.

Slowly, I braced myself.
Took it up.
Decided I’d work on things.
And to get there, it took me some time.

But then yesterday—

Someone asked me, “How was your interview?”

And I said:

“I wish it were a success. Though it became a lesson. So I am finding wisdom in that.” -Ambidextrous Anmol