Introduction
Where does one start when writing a freaking book about their life? I guess I could start by telling you the reason why I decided to do this in the first place. Growing up, I’ve always wanted to keep a diary. Something I could look back on and either laugh or cry. Something I could leave behind for others to truly get to know me when I’m gone but, there was NO WAY I could spill my guts out on cheap 50 cent composition notebooks only for my nosey narcissistic dad to find. I’ve tried.
He never found any of my journals and I had only gotten maybe three pages into a notebook before I'd get scared, run to the bathroom, rip the pages out and up into small flushable pieces and send them on their way. I remember as I sprinkled my tiny shredded thoughts into the toilet, watching the ink spread into nothing and being thankful it was no longer legible. I was so afraid I'd clog the pipes and he'd have to see what the problem was. Only to find a wadded up mess. Then I'd be in double trouble. I did this same exact thing a few times and now that I no longer live in fear every second of my life, here I am about to bare it all on paper.
I’m going to talk about all the turmoil in my life that has made me who I am today. From growing up in a dysfunctional family, discovering my sexuality, to my passions for creativity and to let you know that you are not alone.
