WHY AM I  COMPELLED TO WRITE? I KNEW FROM THE VERY BEGINNING THAT WRITING WAS ALL I HAD TO COMFORT ME. A FRIEND OF SORTS, MY ONLY FRIEND.

I CANT REALLY RECALL WHEN I FIRST LAID PENCIL TO PAPER, BUT WHEN I STARTED, I CASTED ALL TROUBLES ASIDE AND STARTED A JOURNEY. A WONDERFUL ESCAPE TO A PLACE FAR FAR AWAY.

A PLACE WHERE PAIN DID NOT EXIST, WHERE LAUGHTER WAS A MUST, WHERE I COULD CREATE MY OWN CHILDHOOD WITHOUT SLAPS OF DISGUST, WITHOUT INSULTS TARGETED AT MY FEEBLE HEART. WITHOUT HAVING TO HIDE FROM GROWNUPS WHO'S ONLY DESIRE WAS ONLY TO PLAY , NOT ONLY WITH MY EMOTIONS, BUT BODY AND SOUL.

AFTER YEARS OF CREATING MY OWN LITTLE FANTASY WORLD, I SOON FOUND OUT MY STRUGLES BECAME MORE THAN I COULD BEAR.  MY WRITING DECEASED AS WELL AS MY HOPE FOR A NORMAL LIFE.

I WAS TO CRAWL INTO A SHELL OF EMPTINESS,NO EMOTIONS OTHER THAN THE SCREAMS OF PAIN BOTH INTERNALLY AND EXTERNALLY.

THE YEARS ROLLED BY SLOW AND FULL OF DARKNESS, FEARFUL OF EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING.

I COULD NOT BRING MYSELF TO WRITE A SINGLE SENTENCE. IT WASN'T UNTIL YEARS LATER AFTER BECOMING AN ADULT, DID I MAKE AN EFFORT TO WRITE AGAIN.

THIS STORY HOWEVER, IS NOT LIKE THE ONES I CREATED AS A CHILD, NO FANTASY'S OF FAR OFF LANDS BUT ONE OF TRUTH, MY TRUTH.

NOT ONLY DO I WRITE ABOUT THE ABUSE I ENDURED AS A CHILD BY OTHERS, BUT THE CONTINUED ABUSE I EVENTUALLY INFLICTED UPON MY BODY, HEART AND SOUL.

MOST OF ALL HOW I CLIMBED OUT OF MADDNESS AND INSANITY TO OVERCOME MOST OF THESE OBSTICLES INCURRED IN MY LIFE.

THROUGH PRAYER AND LOVE, THE HEALING PROCESS HAS BEGUN.

SO RELAX, SIT BACK AND GET YOUR TISSUES IF YOU MUST, ENJOY THE STORY OF MY LIFE.