After successfully failing at three marriages; I realized that something was wrong and it wasn't me. Slowly recognizing that I was the only common denominator in their lives and in the failed attempts of happiness in my own.

I stopped to see what was wrong with me. I was holding on to all of my past trying to live a whole future; but with so many broken pieces of who I thought I should be and not who I was created to be.

Coming from a long line of strong women and yet I had parts of myself that were under developed and some that are still left untouched. I lived in an idea;...