There have been times when I hesitated or decided not to write. Those times were navigated by man made fear. I am done with that. My truth is my truth. I have never pointed fingers, I have pointed out … A childhood …lacking, an adolescent… broken, a heart… mended. No one is perfect, and I don’t share my testimony to get an apology or sympathy, but to simply shed light on my dark areas. Mine alone. For every story that I am brave enough to write , there is one still in the dark. I won’t be satisfied until there is light flooding into my heart shattering every shadow. I’m sorry if it causes you to look into your own dusty corners.