The conversation was slightly serendipitous to begin with, she bringing up a topic I was just having issues with.
Then she asked if I wrote in a journal every day.
I told her I used to, and as a matter of fact, journaling was one of the reasons I began to write again.
I could not give her a good reason why I stopped, other than things seemed to start moving in the right direction.
I remember thinking back when I was writing in a journal every morning that doing it was better than therapy.
* I realized how much I longed to write.
* I realized how much I longed to draw.
* Most importantly, I realized I was the only thing stopping me from doing either.
So to make a long post short, I'm journaling again. Twenty minutes, once a day.
We'll see where it takes me this time.