Back in the day, keeping a journal was a ‘manly’ thing to do. All the great thinkers, writers and explorers of the past kept a journal on a regular basis. With a pipe, a drink and a break in the day they would write everything that was on their minds.

For years I stumbled around emotionless. I rarely felt good but rarely felt bad. The only thing I felt was anxious — scared that I might feel something at some point. Even though there was a swamp of emotions buried deep within me, I didn't know how to feel them and harness their power.