"Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation."
This book-workshop got me thinking. As long as I can remember I have loved journals. I have a stock of journals filled with amateur poems, stories, and drawings. I bled my heart out many times into those pages. I can't exactly remember when I actually stop writing on my journals. But, one thing is for sure, I still love journals; and I love to make them and give them away. This time, however, I will make a journal for myself. After all, I am still pretty much alive, and as long as I have inspiration and dreams, I will have something to say, even if no one reads it.