I journal, to keep my sanity. I wouldn’t dare share the thoughts I write. I say most of what I think, and never what I feel. I keep those with me, I place those in print. Print for my eyes alone. I reread them years later, I like to see my mental traipsing, most times I cringe. Sometimes I cry. Writing makes me feel whole. Writing is my mirror. I see not the wrinkles in my hands, my face, my eyes. I see the deep grooves on the paper from my pen, and I know that I have lived.