Conjuring words from the ether is like breathing — my weapon — my therapy. It allows me to weed through all the pain, in an effort to find myself again. I suffer from complex PTSD, depression, debilitating anxiety, and constant headaches or migraines. This darkness has become my home. And if writing is my breath, then my books are my life. I've shared them online for anyone who wants to read them — for free, to offer someone else hope, or the same, temporary escape as they did for me.