Hello everyone,

I knew I'd been suffering from something else besides my physical ailments after my car accident in 1993. The accident left me damaged beyond repair, but it also left me without the strength to fend off an intruder. The intruder, a therapist, whom repeatedly for years had abused my mind. After my accident he wanted to abuse my body. That's when I became so afraid to leave my home that I completely shut out the big beautiful world. In 1997 the "therapist" was arrested for raping one of clients. I gathered all the mental and physical strength I could and proceeded to indulge the courts of my ordeal with this therapist. Guess what? Because I am diagnosed with having a mental illness, I was ignored again. My pleas to rid the health and welfare of this monster were disreguarded. He was aquitted of his rape because the client too was mentally ill. Needless to say the therapist is still out in the world, probably still tormenting his clients. I wish the mentally ill could have a voice that could be heard and not ignored.
For a long time now I have lived inside my "Safe Zone" and not ventured out. I wrote a book compiling the stories from my journels to share them with others who suffer from this uncaring disease. Just remember, life is not punishment, it's a reward. My book is called, Driving in Squares: Dreaming in Circles. If anyone wants to learn a little more of how life is like living with mental illness, I know my book can explain a bit about it. Never give up on dreaming.

The world is a huge puzzle and we, humankind, are the pieces of this puzzle. I wish we all could work together to find our proper places then the world would be a big beautiful masterpiece.