I'm going to try something different today.
I just pulled a journal out of my drawer. For those of you who know me, you will know the infamous "drawer," the one that holds all my journals and all those little bits of paper I have written stuff on over the years.
I am opening it to a random page:

Lessons from a time when I wanted to learn about myself in ways so removed from normality.
I refused to see a pyschatrist, I denied reading self help books.
I went towards the stars and have never turned back...