My life has been a relentless battle against the darkness. Born into a world of neglect and abuse, I knew little of happiness or love. Until the age of nearly four, my sisters and I endured starvation, locked and confined to a room for most of the day, unable to leave we were forced to urinate and defecate in a corner. Then as a consequence beaten afterward by our father with the metal end of a belt buckle.

I witnessed my mother's desperate pleas and cries for her life as a man who was once a father figure to me pointed a modified air rifle ( that ripped great chunks of the bark of trees like a knife through butter) was now pointed and loaded to the side of my mothers head as she was on her knees at the top of the stairs pleading and crying please don’t shoot me. I saved her that day as I ran into the fire and pushed him out of the way to give my mom time to run, only to be booted so hard I flew across the room bouncing off a wooden wardrobe like a baseball bat hitting a ball out the stadium. the kick took all the air out of my lungs, I honestly thought he killed me, I was crying in agony desperately trying to breathe. Only to be caught later trying to leave the house and he put a knife to my throat, he then jousted me into the air onto a coat hook near the exit! I was being choked by my own t-shirt the luckily for me the police came bursting through the door and pinned him down. This left me not only haunted by the memory or the sounds but the fear of it happening again. For many years after he constantly stalked her. The constant threat is still present even many years after.

The absence of parental love and trauma left me with uncontrolled rage, violent outbursts, and a deep emotional void. At just eight years old, I attempted to end my own life, unable to bear the pain any longer. I succeeded at fourteen, only to be brought back to this agonizing existence.

Life on the streets became my refuge from the torment at home. I scavenged for food, stole clothes and necessities, surviving each day by any means necessary. But amid the darkness, I held onto a glimmer of hope—a belief that the mind can unlearn its pain as it learns. Over thirty years of battling severe mental health issues—ADHD, undiagnosed autism, suspected EUPD, bipolar type 2, complex trauma, and PTSD—failed to crush this belief.

My journey led me to develop my own healing techniques, merging ancient spiritual practices with modern body understanding. Through this, I uncovered overlooked loopholes in traditional methods. Today, I stand before you as living proof that transformation is possible.

My mission is clear: to share my knowledge and offer solace to those who, like me, have suffered in silence. I am here to bring peace and authenticity to those who need it most.