At the age of ten I was very aware that something significant and life altering was occurring. My father had disappeared into thin air and my life was quickly unraveling, becoming unrecognizable. A rug had literally been lifted from beneath my feet and I was left bewildered, confused and very much alone. A month after his disappearance, with no one to talk to and share my fears and confusion, I began writing in a journal. Little did I know that journal, and the subsequent journals I kept through my youth, turbulent teen years, college, marriage and onward, would save me.