Handle with Care

Prologue

I don't think anyone, even myself, is ever going to understand why a 14 year old is writing a biography. Not my parents, nor friends, teachers or publishers. I didn't understand a lot of things, I still don't, but I am walking along the pathway to understanding. We learn each day and we grow and hopefully change. We live even though some, or most days, we may not want to.

You may wonder why I am writing a book about the darkest times in my life, but there happen to be many reasons. I'm doing it to figure out and analyze what has been going on in my head for the past years, and I'm doing it to save. I'm here to hopefully save you from some of the struggling I went through. Lastly, I'm writing to save myself.

Writing has been passion forever. Writing helps get rid of everything swirling around in my mind like a melting pot of insanity. I can release the toxicity that basks in my mind onto paper, that is what saves me. Writing gives me purpose. Writing brings me peace.

As I write this, fears burst into my head pouring endless thoughts into my head, unoriginal, worthless, no good, on and on.

I am already feeling just how complicated it is going to be for me to right this.

Digging through my mind to pull out what I scatter across these pages is going to be difficult. This is going to make me cry, pull my hair, scream, and kick the wall but at the end I hope it will be worth it.

This is me, in my journey, I hope that you find yourself reading this as you travel through your own.