Though I was an early talker (are you surprised?!) and still love to talk, writing has always been the most therapeutic form of self-help for me.
I began journaling in fifth grade, chronicling nearly every day of my life — and I haven’t stopped since.
Traveling with me from my childhood bedroom in Vernon, NJ … to my dorm room at American University in our nation’s capital … to my first apartment (and subsequent apartments!) … to my first home have been the two dozen or so spiral-bound notebooks filled to the brim with words and experiences, etched forever in varying handwriting styles and a wide array of ink colors.
I’ve been both lovingly teased for my “chronicles” and admired for my commitment to journaling … but I don’t do it for laughs or praises; I do it because it’s what works for me — and because I love the idea of a living, breathing biography … Continue reading “My Therapy”