I have written this because there are stories that took me out of my own world and into a brilliant one, where things were dark, joy and hope were hit hard with misfortunes, enabling me to see a clear vision of millions of struggles. I have written this because I think words can be beautiful, even when they describe ugliness or sorrow and the passing away of precious things. Life is a demented road; filled with chuckholes, twists, and turns, and sometimes really traumatic stretches that could blow our tires. So, I have written this in the voice of every person who ever felt unheard, mistreated, misjudged or unseen, who have struggled and experienced most of their lives in obscurity. I hope my voice gives a voice to those who need one, to be a source to find oneself, and inspire those who need a reminder of the authority and strength that they have over their lives.