I figured out the key to happiness in the fifth grade: keep a diary. At the time, my little green journal actually had a key, and I would hide it under my mattress after scribbling out the most intimate details of my life. Some days, my words made no sense, but on the best days, I was left with pages and pages of rich prose that got me through some dark times. Now I commit to writing for fifteen minutes a day. I believe that writing gives me a little bit of edge over the anxiety demons, so I’ve dedicated myself to spreading my love of journaling. Look around wherever you are for writing prompts and inspirations and get those pens (or keyboards, voice command, stylus pens—even fingers) moving.