Britt Wolfe’s Journal
Welcome to Britt Wolfe’s journal (AKA my personal crying corner of the internet)
Some people keep journals as a place to reflect, grow, and document life’s precious moments. Others use them as a dumping ground for existential dread, questionable life choices, and thoughts that probably shouldn’t be immortalized in writing. This one falls somewhere in between.
Here, you won’t find curated wisdom or neatly packaged life lessons. There’s no grand epiphany at the end of each entry, no moral takeaway wrapped in a bow. Just raw, unfiltered thoughts—the kind that keep you up at night, the ones that make you wonder if you’re the only person still figuring it all out. Spoiler: You’re not.
Expect the kind of diary entries a 13-year-old might write if they had adult, 40-something problems—just with slightly better grammar and a few more bills to pay. Some days will be heavy. Others will be ridiculous. Most will hover somewhere between “melancholic poetry” and “laughing through the pain.”
So if you’re here to lurk, judge, or psychoanalyze me for free—great, enjoy the content. If you’re here because life is messy and you need proof you’re not alone in that—pull up a chair. Misery loves company, and I’m fresh out of emotional stability.
Welcome to Britt Wolfe’s Journal. It’s not always pretty…but at least it’s honest?
30 Days Of Radical Honesty Journalling Challenge Day 3: Where Do I Carry Shame In My Body, And Why?
This entry is an excavation. Shame doesn’t just live in our minds—it settles into the crevices of our bodies, shaping how we carry ourselves and how we see ourselves. For Day 3 of the 30 Days of Radical Honesty Journalling Challenge, I asked myself where I carry that shame—and what it’s still trying to tell me. What followed was a powerful reckoning with the stories I’ve internalized, the contortions I’ve made for acceptance, and the gentle, growing defiance of reclaiming my space. This one is raw, reflective, and for anyone learning to stand tall again.
30 Days Of Radical Honesty Journalling Challenge Day 2: What Is A Moment From My Childhood That Shaped Who I am Today?
This entry takes me all the way back to a moment that quietly altered the course of my life. A moment where I learned, not through comfort but through clarity, that effort is everything. It’s about baton twirling, yes—but more than that, it’s about what happens when someone you love chooses truth over easy consolation. This is the story of a lesson that planted the roots of my work ethic, my grit, and the stubborn fire that’s fuelled everything I’ve created since. If you’ve ever had a moment that shaped who you are in ways you’re still discovering, I think this one might resonate.
30 Days Of Radical Honesty Journalling Challenge Day 1: What Did I Lose That I Still Grieve?
This is the first prompt in my 30 Days of Radical Honesty journalling challenge, and I couldn’t imagine a more fitting place to begin. Grief is love with nowhere to go, and this entry is for the one who still holds so much of my heart. I wrote this not just as an act of remembrance, but as a way of honouring a bond that shaped me, comforted me, and kept me tethered to this world in my earliest and most fragile years. If you’ve ever loved and lost an animal who felt more like soul than pet, this one is for you.