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I grew up in an abusive houshold. My grandmother made every excuse she could to beat me. When I sought help form other relatives they told me that it was perfectly fine. That's just who she is. That's the way they were raised. So I grew to accept the fact that every time i got punched in the face it was somehow my fault. Which is why in middle school when kids were beating me up I never bothered to fight back. I never once sought help from the teachers. For me, this was just another fact of life. I was beat up at home. I was beat up at school. I never once had a place where i felt safe. I never one felt like anyone actually cared about me. Which is why I tried to kill myself every year of high school. I never tried to get good grades, apply to college or look for jobs because I had no intention of surviving till adulthood. Then suddenly, i was an adult...and i was homeless. Thankfully, I went to a place called Haven for Hope. They helped me get into college, find my first job and move into my first apartment. I spent years working a menial labor job for barely any pay while going to college full time. As I finished college I tried to chase my dreams with absolutely no success. I spent years struggling through mental illness trying to find some sense of joy in my life before deciding that I needed to write this book. It's the story of my life in my own words. It's not a happy story. The only happy thing about the story is that fact that it's not over. I'm living the sequal right now.
About the author
Born and raised in south Texas, Nathan was constantly getting beat up at home and at school. With nowhere that felt safe he escaped into the world of imagination.
