Prisoner in My Own Home – Part 1

He didn't just physically assault me; that happened sporadically. Every day he demolished my spirit, controlled my mind, dug a grave for my self-esteem, and buried me with his words. I became a prisoner to be ruled, an unworthy subject that was handpicked by the king himself, who allowed me to be a part of his kingdom.

Stepping Out in Faith

I was standing in the hallway, pouting with no answers as to why what I wanted would not come to life.

Creator, Writer, Author, Story Teller

Writing is not glamorous and it's not always fun. But I love weaving words together into sentences, and sentences into paragraphs, and paragraphs into stories more than I love doing anything else. It is a gift from the one who created me.