Welcome to the beginning of what became a large part of my healing process. What some call poetry, I call venting, even therapeutic. This is the start of my journey, trying to rediscover myself, to be whole again. My greatest hope is that my trails and struggles may be of some strength and most of all hope to some kind, misused soul.

This is what I refer to as the second part of my journey. An empowering feeling of some semblance of control if you will. A reclaiming of strength, of myself, my worth. A refusal to go quietly, so they say. Unbreakable is what I feel now having come this far, having survived so many terrible days. Just remember that it's never too late to trust in yourself, you are capable of more than you think.