I journaled from the diary my father gave me when I was 4 until... well, until about 2 months into my marriage.
Writing, journaling, had always been my way of thinking things through, my way of basically doing all the things that Phoenix outlines in the initial post. Should have been a warning sign that I all of a sudden couldn't write, didn't want to write, didn't want to do what had for 20+ years been my primary outlet.
I couldn't write during my marriage because journaling demands honesty. And I could lie to myself in every other corner of my life, but I could not write and lie at the same time. So I chose to not write.
Now I choose to not lie.
