Preface
A Note Before We Start:
Memory is rarely a straight line. It doesn’t neatly unfold from point A to point B; it gets lost, fractured, and it then it comes back in bits and pieces.
Because of that, when you first start reading this book, it might feel like I’m all over the place. You might find yourself standing in the dry heat of an Arizona shelter one minute, sitting at a school desk spinning a rescue fantasy the next, and then suddenly behind the wheel of a car at three o’clock in the morning on an empty street in National City. You might wonder how a little girl clutching a Dora the Explorer suitcase connects to a woman carrying a hidden blade flat against her hip just to sit in her best friend’s living room.
Right now, those moments probably look like entirely different lives. They look scattered. And it kinda is scattered because well so am I. But its all true.So I need you to trust me. Everything in these pages is interconnected. Every thought I share, opinion i give and every memory etc. is wired together by an invisible thread. The chaos of the beginning is entirely intentional, and by the time you reach the end, every single piece will collide. It will all come together. I promise you that.
So, I’m asking you for a deal. Give me the benefit of the doubt. Just once. If a chapter leaves you feeling frustrated, or if the pacing makes you want to tap out, push through just one more time. Keep reading. If the very next chapter doesn’t completely make up for it and make you realize why we had to take that detour, then you have my full permission to ditch it. Close the book, walk away, and never look back. But give me that one page-turn first.
Im also in the midst of this story myself so were going on a journey together to find out where this road is going to take us.
This is me >
