Growing up in a toxic environment, I began to write at the young age of 8. I was lost and scared.

I spent most of my childhood alone with my vivid imagination. As an introvert and neurodivergent, I didn't relate to my peers.

Throughout my teen years, I did my best to survive, yet my desperate need for love and affection did me wrong. I was an easy prey. I just wanted to love and be loved in return.

Every time I fell, I stood back up and kept going because I believed in something better. I had faith and purpose.

Fourteen years ago, life gave me a second chance.

It was an eye-opener; one of the hardest things I ever had to go through actually saved my life. I was living in survival mode all my life till that very moment. I was awake at last.
I fought harder than I ever did before. I owed it to myself to do everything I could to improve my quality of life. No matter what I went through, I will make the best of it.

I know I can overcome it no matter what.

I understand some people are still reluctant to seek help, yet admitting you are struggling and you can't get through it alone is a sign of courage and strength. You're already stronger than you think. If my book resonated with you, you're welcome to follow me on social media and reach out if you feel the need to discuss with me. I'm here to help, as nobody should go through this alone.