As I was writing in my journal sitting outside a coffee shop a few years back, a woman came up to me and told me that writing in a journal had saved her life. She didn’t go into specifics, but she said that it allowed her to work through the things that she had been dealing with. “Failure of Language” (CUA Primer, pages 34–35) begins with the author describing his son having a nightmare that he said he wasn’t able to describe in words. The author goes on to talk about the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001 and the power of words to give us comfort by giving us a tool by which we can organize our experience. The woman who talked to me outside the coffee shop about writing in her journal experienced that comfort. Have you experienced anything like this? Why do you think that expressing things in words can help people?