It's almost surreal that I don't live with my parents anymore. I felt like I was a true prisoner. Surviving 15+ years of incest was not an easy feat for me and the PTSD, excessive trauma, and suicide ideation gets to me at times. Some days are better than others, but I always thank God that I'm alive and well. I can breathe. I can walk. I can talk. I don't take life for granted. I never thought I would get away from my parents. The custody battles, going against my father in court for a molestation trial, losing my twin brother... Those are things that I never thought would happen. I knew growing up that life would be different for us due to the circumstances that were given, but never thought certain events would arise (if I'm being honest). Alot of people want me to write another book, but I'm honestly speechless. I don't know what to say or how to start saying it. Just glad to be free and I thank God everyday for that...