I went to therapy today, and told John (my therapist) that I had started to force myself to write in my journal, after a year of being very sporadic. He asked me how long I'd been journaling. I told him 10 years, and that I had almost 10,000 entries. He was [understandably] floored by the level of output I had written, and made of note of it in my file. Oh lord. He then told me that writing in the journal is a very good idea, and he wants to see what I write. So I'll be printing everything out from here on out. Glad I have ink for the printer!