I am fully enjoying my journaling journey. I love the quiet time it is giving me, alone with myself. The sound of the penicil scraping across the paper, it takes me back to simpler times. But sometimes when I look up prompts it causes me stress. I am not one with my emotions. I can not tell you about my happy place, or how I have come to be. It is as if a brick wall is interrupting the signal. What do I love about myself, what do I love about you? I am simply incapable of self reflection. What do I to fix this? Why does it make me so uncomfortable. These questions need to be answered to set myself free. Why am I not able to look within? What am I to do...