Biography 

I am not writing this blog because I want to. I am writing it because I have to. A man that I met and loved 6 years ago reached out to me last August. His voice awoke an animal in me. This animal was chained in a cold and dark dungeon. I have spent my entire life starving, beating, and drugging her into silence and submission. This man’s voice gave her the strength and the will to break free of the chains that bound her and now she is screaming at me to let her out. This blog is her way out. If I don’t comply she will rip me apart from the inside. She would rather kill us both then go back into bondage.

She is the collective parts of myself that I have disassociated from out of shame and nonacceptance. I have felt like an alien my whole life; like I never really belonged anywhere. So I created a construct of myself; a false identity in an attempt to at least appear to belong. That construct is falling apart and I am questioning my own sanity on a daily basis. However, in my most lucid moments I am certain this awakening must continue. Not only am I not fighting this demolition, I am operating the bulldozer. I have never been more afraid.