Since I was thirteen, I have written a diary almost daily.
Writing to myself helped me upload some of the difficult feelings I felt, It helped me feel less lonely when my parents divorced.
It also helped me realize how important self-exploration is.
I continued to write in notebooks and later on my computer, but I stopped around my late thirties.
I lost the magic of writing to myself, the words were not enough to express what I felt.
And then, at the age of 45, I discovered the visual journal, and I felt that my life changed in ways I couldn’t even begin to realize.
I met with one of my friends, and she showed me a notebook that looked like a diary.
This is a visual art diary, she said.
I was hooked!
Inside her visual art diary I saw amazing doodling, images, words,
I felt she could take all the content of her subconscious and just poor it into this amazing notbook.
This was the day that changed my life- I went home and made my first visual journal; this was the name that I decided to give this amazing practice.
I never stopped creating since and I wish I never will!