So misery became me. I became misery. This led me to develop a punishing relationship with myself, with food as my weapon of choice.
Writing has always been inside me. I ignored it for too long, and then one day I began to write poems and short stories. They flowed out of me until this book was complete.
This book is for you. It is for me. It is for all women who cannot see past their own version of misery.
In reading the words on these pages, my hope is you, too, recognise some parts of yourself and allow the realisations to come to you about your own life and who you are deep inside. There is so much more to who you are than what you believe.
Thank you for taking the time to receive these words with love. For being open to what may come to you whilst you are absorbed in the heartache, the loneliness, the sadness, the misery, the hope, the reflection, the spirit and the love.