Why this journal exists
My body kept count. Then it sent the invoice.
In 2016 I was flying at work — and waking at 3am with panic attacks. Patches of my beard stopped growing. My hearing began to fade, and a ringing started that has never left. The scan for the hearing loss found something nobody was looking for: a brain tumour.
I rebuilt with a system, not a personality transplant — ten minutes in the morning, five at night, one honest review a week. Years later, as a husband to a wife living with epilepsy, a father of two, and a son watching his mum fight cancer, that system still holds. This journal is that system, printed.
You're allowed to be strong and struggling at the same time. Start there.
