I am a 40 (going on 41) year old somewhat avid diarist from New Mexico. I have been keeping journals since I was 12, and my father gave one of those diaries with a little lock and key. I felt so grown up! Anyway, I have been keeping journals about everything ever since. I can currently see 15 different journals. They have no rhyme or reason, I just write in which ever on strikes my fancy that day. I also author a blog about Manic Depression that is both clinical and personal at the same time. I want to disseminate information so the disease won't seem so scary, and learn more about myself and how I handle the disorder.
I live with my husband and my three cats who are the light of my world. Without them, my life would be an austere place as my relationships with my husband and others are often a source of my writing. I must have a lot of sources for my writing since I have been at it for 28 almost 29 years.
I find that I enjoy going back and re-reading the journals because it puts me back in that moment, but with the knowledge I have now. They are like written time capsules. I can re-read something I wrote about that was really bothering me at the time, and look at it objectively. It is like the writing of an issue, a thought, a problem becomes part of another realm other than my mind. Once it is on paper, I no longer own that feeling, thought, or idea.
Anyway, to wrap up, I am a "free-form" writer who tries very hard to keep things on track, who loves to read, write, ride my bicycle, and cook in a "creative" manner.
That's me in a nutshell.
