All of us started normal. All of us started out as functioning human beings with the potential to do almost anything we wanted, but somewhere along the paths of our lives, we got lost.

Stay. Fight. Live. Take it. Cry. Cry. Cry.

People call me all sorts of things. I don't even care what they call me.

Being a writer now is about so much more than writing. There's publishing, touring, marketing, web presence.

I turn and I slowly walk away and I don't look back. It has always been a fault of mine, but it is the way I am. I never look back. Never.

In life we often look to others for simple, but difficult answers, despite the fact that we have those answers ourselves.

Trauma is survivable, but often not much more. It kills you while allowing you to still live.