One year after writing my first book "Daddy's Little Girl & Mommy's Dreaded Seed" some things still had to be purged from within me. Things in my life were going very well until two incidents in the world wide news exposed a deep hurt within me that I felt had to be shared.
You see I am a suicide survivor and as a survivor another part on my onion peel had to be removed.
I felt the need to share my story of how I thought, hoe I loved, how I lived and how I emerged from this dark time in my life.
I survived, but a lot of other people did not. It was a time of utter and complete darkness. The kind that you almost can't describe!
The word depression is a dress up term used by people as a title for that darkness, but there is a root to that darkness. A root that has a dismal, bleak and sunless feeling coming from within accompanied by ugliness and an overwhelming sadness that runs deep.
But...I am a survivor! I am more than a conqueror!