Oh, Lamplighter...you are so not alone in this. I know about reams.
The writing started as a letter to my old BF - not to send, but just to get the thoughts out of my head that were building up and becoming painful from no one to talk to about them. I knew I would never send it to him, though. One letter turned into several, and it quickly became a journal. It was the first time I could express myself so well, and it just poured out like an avalanche. Maybe because for so long I haven't been able to? And it felt really, really GOOD. So I knew the way I was going about it was weird, "telling" all my thoughts about everything "to" my old BF, but I decided, who cares, I'm going to keep doing it because I'm finding out a lot about myself by writing all this down. All kinds of stuff was coming out and it was interesting, at least to me. And I thought it might come in handy if I ever found a therapist willing to go through it with me. So I kept writing.
When I started with my first T, he said, "So, tell me the story of the old BF." So I pulled it out of my purse and said "I'm so glad you asked, I happen to have it right here." All 17 pages of it, typed single-spaced in Word. I had written it out because I was trying to find the "hooks" that were keeping me attached to him. This was the only thing I wrote that wasn't addressed to him. I referred to it in therapy as my "dissertation". I have to give my former T a lot of credit - we spent the first several sessions just reading through that. I appreciated that because I knew I had written it completely from the heart, as if no one else would ever read it. I had only brought it in case I needed to refer to it during a session. (One thing I will add, though...reading through it was also very scary because by doing that I was telling him things WAY faster and more personal than I would have just speaking to him. Think downhill skiing on a black diamond "expert" hill compared to cross-country. It was extremely condensed and in hindsight might have been a bad idea because I didn't trust him enough to make myself vulnerable so quickly. It felt very intense to me.)
The rest of my writing was in a folder for the year 2008 in my bag. I started another one for 2009. I wanted to go through the letters for 2008, but I knew we would never have enough time to go through each and every one, so I spent a few hours "indexing" them by date, length in pages, and main points so we could focus on the ones most relevant to my therapy. I think there were over 300 hand-written pages just for that year. We only got to a couple of those, but I still have the letters and I still bring them to every session.
When I was in therapy with the former T, my writing was addressed to him. Again, not because I was ever going to give it to him, but because I can't journal unless I'm kind of "tricking" myself into thinking I'm on one end of a conversation. Don't ask me why, I have no idea. I just know that it works so I keep doing it. I know I'm never going to send it to the person I'm writing "to". In fact it probably helps to know they're never going to see it, because then I'm more honest. If I try to write without doing this, then it just falls flat and writer's block takes over. So I keep writing "to" someone in my head, even though it's weird. It's such a relief to have found a way to express my thoughts.
Now I address my journaling to my current T. Also, I don't journal as much because I'm spending more time writing on here than I did before. But here, I'm addressing it to someone too.
My current T has agreed to look at my writing with me. I always bring it but don't read from it very much, just here and there. Today I showed her a drawing and a picture that were part of my journaling because it was relevant to what I was talking about. And that got me talking more than I would have otherwise. So right now I'm treating it as backup if I'm having trouble expressing something to her. Just having written it out helps me vocalize it later, even if I don't say it all. I still seem to say it better.
I was quiet for a really, really long time, but I'm finding out, and maybe you are to, that it's definitely not because I don't have something to say! There was, and is, lots of stuff that needs to be expressed somehow. Expressing myself in private journaling is one thing...expressing myself here is sometimes really, really scary because I'm so afraid I'm going to say the wrong thing or make a mistake or hurt or offend someone. If I ever do, I really hope someone says something to correct me, either here or in a PM, because I'm still so new at this. I'm really grateful to be here for so many reasons, but also because it is a place where I can "talk" with others at my own pace...and length, if necessary.
SG