This book came out of pain, brokenness and heavy breathes. Came out from the struggle of depression, it came out from the inside, my dear. Before you jump into my rivers, I have something to tell you... You are reading my heart, my fear, my hope, my confusion and my peace. You are reading ME. Your soul exists inside mine, my heart beats for you and my tongue speaks for your silence. I write to touch the dark, broken and most aching side of you. I will speak your pain out. You were never alone; my soul was always around you, feeling you, and hearing your screams.
