Janet Tallulah Jewell was born in a small town in Georgia in the 1930’s. She was the third daughter of young man, Jesse Dickson Jewell, and his wife, the former Anna Louise Dorough. Jesse's mother, the former Mary Tallulah Dickson, was Janet's namesake. Jewell and his mother owned a chicken hatchery in Gainesville, Georgia. Janet’s mother was a housewife. She raised Janet to be a housewife. Prim, proper, obedient. Play nice, be fair, go to church. Janet had other plans. Lead, shine, star, confront, enjoy, explore. By the time Janet was 31, she left Georgia and moved to Los Angeles, California – taking her husband and children with her. This Journal begins after Janet had been in LA for a year. Depressed, discouraged, and disillusioned, Janet attended a retreat focusing on depth psychology. Conducted by Jungian psychologist Ira Progoff, Janet immersed herself in a journal approach to humanistic psychology and began writing in a Journal. Times at the Workshops were special. That is the time when Janet's life came into focus. During her day-to-day life, Janet goes on automatic pilot, trying to please everyone. When she writes in her Journal, alone or in groups, she is able to breathe, relax, and think. Trapped in a bad marriage, she says, "?I need to simplify. I need to get more into myself and become more centered. I want to find that balance – but maybe I never will – find that calm and be at peace while having my emotions to use as tools in my work. Maybe that is what it is like being alive – with all the ups and downs, ins and outs: The quench - the thirst; Insight - blindness; Gates opened – gates closed; Centered - emotional; Growth – child-like; Help! I’m OK, leave me alone. I need people - I need quiet and peace. I need work – I need space and simplicity; Help! Help! I am right here. Be still, listen and know. What can I do? Where can I go? When will I stop? When will it stop? Help!?"?