The following is an introduction to my book that I will be blogging. I would love to be able to tell you that you can look for a new post on “this” day at “this” time, but unfortunately, I do not work that way. Writing for me is an inspired, and creative process. Life is crazy sometimes and I hope to relieve some of the crazy by escaping into my book. I do hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. I have never been published, or even attempted to be at this point in my life so I will not claim professional status. If you enjoy it, follow me on this adventure! I welcome all feedback, positive or negative. Feel free to comment as you wish.
This novel is inspired by a true story.
As a child, I had always possessed a great imagination. I would pretend to be a witch, imagine trolls and monsters chasing my brother and I in the woods while we played in our secret hideout. But what was happening to me was something I could never have dreamed up, even in my worst nightmares. The constant tingling of my skin crawling, the fear of eyes steadily watching me, the extreme anxiety preventing me from closing my eyes at night all seemed surreal and quite frankly, had me contemplating what mental disease I was suddenly suffering. My mind, for as long as I can remember, has done nothing but question my eyes, my thoughts, and my feelings. Not only was I questioning myself, but I felt as though everyone else questioned me as well. I walked around in a constant state of insecurity, and confusion.
Nothing in my mind seemed impossible. Most of my days as a teen were spent dreaming of something great. All I ever wanted was to do something so monumental, that it shook the earth. I have always felt that I am meant for something tremendous. That God was going to use me like he used David, or Noah, or Ruth. I had desires in me to move mountains and make this world a better place. My fantasy world is what helped me survive and kept me from going absolutely mad. I dreamt of travelling to foreign countries, getting submerged into their rich cultures. Other dreams were of me being the President, a Nobel Prize winner, earning the highest medals serving my country, the possibilities were endless. As I sit here now, I dream of greater things. My mind never stops.
Maybe I was just dreaming of escaping. I wanted to run so far away from everything I had ever known, but the truth is, It would have followed. There is no running. You cannot run from something that is not human, something that has an insatiable thirst for you, only you. Ashamedly, I admit, that sometimes I had rather It have killed me, but that would be too simple. It wanted to torture me. Physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually…torture. Isn’t that always what the Devil wants?