I tell people that I was born at the Gates of Hell, and I have been fighting my way out ever since. I was born into a home in which my father was a highly abusive alcoholic, and my mother would off and on, loss her grasp on reality. Because of this I had to struggle and fight for survival, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Trough trauma, I became a warrior. But those battles left wounds, deep in my soul that could not be seen. I struggled all my life with an issue called Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, CPTSD. It has been a life long struggle for me. Now I am looking at the end of my life getting ever closer. I feel a great pull to pass on what I have learned in my struggles, to show others that they are not alone, to know that there is someone out there that understands what they are going through. And, ultimately, hopefully, someone out there can see a small glimmer of hope. Take my hand my friend. Together, you and me will continue to fight our way out of hell. Together we will find healing. I invite you to my journey through life.