It was suggested to me by all three. I didn't follow up, mainly because I have this phobia/paranoia about writing - like when it's on the page it becomes independent of me and takes on a life of its own and I lose control of the knowledge the words impart.

But about six weeks ago things were so bad I started - I just needed somewhere else besides therapy to release stuff. I've managed to write at least a sentence or two a day, sometimes several paragraphs. I still can't write about anything really heavy, but it does help to write down frustrations with marriage, family, therapy, etc. I wouldn't bring it to therapy, though.

If you're reluctant to do this, what helped me start was going to Staples and buying an actual book intended to be a journal. Somehow that formality helped.