I wanted to be a writer for as long as I could dream. Words were my friends and riddled me with the way one could interchange each sequence to mean an entirely different thing. Words intrigued me in their powerful ability to cure or cause and I was completely drawn in. I didn't imagine, however, this would be my material. I didn't imagine my life being my source with all of its twists and turns. All the inter-workings of a seemingly fictional story on paper, but true to the definition in every aspect of where I've been.

These are my mental reflections.