My psychiatrist, who helps manage my bipolar 2 disorder, says that I am writing this book partially to find a way to explain the violence I went through. Memories resurface about the two times I was nearly murdered. I experience them as if dreaming. A memory came back today of when I was nine months pregnant and hurt so badly that I ran away to try and have my baby somehow, somewhere else...but I went back home that night.
I think my life's work as a writer is to pull light from these shadows. I am not afraid to look at evil, nor to run from it.
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