I feel really emotional, I feel really vulnerable. I feel like i’m starting again. I actually didn’t know how to physically, emotional, and creatively move forward, Because I felt as though I had lost myself. And real life happens, pain happens. grief happens, and you grow up, love happens, and heartbreak happens. I regret not speaking up sooner. As soon as you take normal as good, the bad is never really as bad as it feels we just take the good as normal and the bad feels really bad. The process of writing my book and the emotions during that time. Where I had an unclear and dark moments. I’m not doing this because I want to do this, Im doing this because I have to do this.