September 15th, 2005 marked a significant turning point in my life, for that was the exact day I bought my first journal and decided to start writing for me. Up until that point, I had pooh-pooh’d the self-indulgent notion of writing down the personal details of my life and didn’t understand how significant and healing the simple act of putting words to paper could become.
A few years prior to my buying that first journal, I had read a book called “Running with Scissors” by a man named Augusten Burroughs. (Pictured above.) Though I had read plenty of biographies over the years, this had been my first real “memoir” and once in, I devoured it as quickly as I could turn the pages. To say that Augusten’s childhood was dysfunctional would be a gross understatement. What drew me in was the way in which he told the story. Laced with laugh-out-loud humor, honesty, and great humility, it wasn’t until I had been writing for several years that I realized how much of a mentor Augusten had been for me with my own writing.