Maybe it was fate that led me the present I live in. And perhaps irony that I was born into a broken family with a physiologist for a mother. She would ask me personal questions about myself day in and day out, always ready to treat me through her own methods of mental therapy. However, I don't think she was ready to convince herself or understand when something actually went wrong with me.

This is my story. My story of betrayal, decent, illusions and the games your brain can play on you. This is my story of what happens when the medicine stops working and when you start to discover that you're not really crazy. When you begin to hear voices that aren't yours and what you do when others that are in the same boat as you can hear them to. My story of what happens when you're life is over turned and the true nature of people you once loved and trusted begin to show their blackest colors rather their ever lasting shades of gray.

This is my life that was driven into the ground and from my ashes I rose to see clearer and understand more than other humans could possibly never comprehend.