I had always desired on becoming a writer, as one could say it was a dream of mine from young on.

However, motherhood came early to me and of course that come first and my dream of writing placed on hold. Although, I did not mind, as those four precious individuals was the greatest dream ever to enter my life.

The days were sure busy and filled, as time to write became even more distant. Since being a fulltime mother and with two disable children required all my undivided attention and something I would never regret either.

Then followed much heartache and many struggles along my path, and writing seemed to vanish almost. I though was still determined to follow my goal and dream of becoming a published writer and overcoming all the major hurdles in my path.

Therefore, I would take bits and pieces of my everyday life of anguish and before I even knew had enough to weave together telling a story. Nevertheless, not a happy one and sounded more like an emotional roller coaster ride of the many rough twist and turns.

Furthermore, woman beating hands destroyed every page I had written over the years and becoming a writer was afar.
Especially after my last abusive relationship ended and I was stuck with debts that I knew had to be taken care of quickly. Since many shut off notices kept piling in.

Although, difficult it became and soon my children and I sat in the dark by candlelight.

Sad to say, I took my children to a local restaurant and asked, if they could please have a warm cooked meal and told them my unfortunate situation, that I was broke, and my children are hungry and can they please have dinner. I felt horrible and embarrassed but knew, as a mother I would do whatever for my children.

However, there was a bright side and the manager offered me a job if I wanted it. Now, I had a new job once again.

Within a short time, I pulled through the hardships and another was about to strike as a bad storm had hit, and our home was flooded. We now lost everything and were devastated as the Red Cross declared our home a disaster. Trying to rebuild after losing it all would not be easy, as the Red Cross did set us up with housing and were a big help indeed.

I though was still determined, even though all was lost. My children were heartbroken once again over losing many things, nevertheless, come to realize, that life can be filled with many difficulties. In addition, it seemed as if the downside always struck and hard most times.

Including one dreadful night, as I had been assaulted and drug through ongoing rocks and nearly thrown off the cliff.

I begged the heartless person to have mercy and that my children already suffered a great deal, do not take their mother for I am all they have.

Fortunately, I recovered fully and the outcome of this vicious incident was, that not only would I carry a lifetime of scars on the inside, but I would now carry them on the out. However, I would bounce back very quickly and forget about my tragedy, as another one strikes.

When there is a knock at the door and I opened it to find two police officers standing with my son.I trembled and asked, "What now? They replied, "The boy run into a main intersection and before heavy traffic screaming", "I cannot live heartbreak no more!

At that crucial point I just crumbled to my knees, crying heavily, as I thought, oh lord why, has all this hurt been put upon us, I cannot bear this. Sadly, my child would spend the next few weeks in an institution for the mentally ill.

Finally, I come to realize that it was sure a lot for youngsters to endure and honestly why.

From years of witnessing domestic abuse to all this turmoil now and my dream of writing had vanished, as I felt beyond heartbroken.

Then things really fell apart, as tumors had been discovered on my only daughter and I completely broke down and thought how much can a family face.

It felt, as though my heart had been completely ripped out from my chest and my strength now vanished. Even though the biopsy did show that they were not cancer cells, I had no strength left to overcome the storm.

When I come to find out that these were daily issues in so many lives, sad to say and that life is not picture perfect, as we might have dreamed it to be. Cheating had always been a number one subject while abuse was spreading and teen pregnancy had become an epidemic.
At this point, I wrote down everything that I had encountered and dealt with all this and finally I had a book before my own eyes.
No matter how hopeless my dreams at the time might have seemed to be, with many awful setbacks I endured, one thing was for sure. I was not alone in this life, and many people have faced simular issues. Therefore, I would not give up, and became a writer with a story to tell. Furthermore, after all the heartache my life had been,out of the blue and coming to the rescue to save the day was the knight in shining armor that became part of our lives a few years ago I am happy to say.

However, as for the brokenhearted children that showed much courage and amazing strength. I am proud to say, my oldest son is in college, as my only daughter is expecting in a few months her second child and has remained six years with the father of her first child, now their second soon. My two younger boys are healthy and finally happy, since we overcome the broken hearts.