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y computer is my sanctuary. It’s where I drift off into another world and become another person, someone I choose to be. I run away from who I am and even though my character’s life may be unpleasant, it is far better than my own. I can be anyone: a lawyer battling a hard case, a doctor saving people’s lives or simply a woman finding herself lost in a loveless marriage but this story is different. In this story, I choose to be me.

As I type this, a flood of memories swirls through my mind. The tears are falling freely now. I wipe those tears away but how can I wipe away the emptiness in my heart? The loneliness. The betrayal. The heartbreak. All the pain and anguish I felt at that moment in my life is now going to resurface, yet I know I must do this. My writing is my own therapy. It has always been my way of dealing with the past and the present. That’s why I know that even though I may hurt my family and friends, I need to do this — I need to do this for me.

My life is like a book. Each chapter represents a moment of happiness and a wave of downfalls. Therefore, I share with you my hopes, my dreams, my fears and most of all, the way I survived.

I grab the journals from the purple container stored in my cupboard. I sit in front of the computer; the thick books perched on my desk. I open one marked 1994.

Now I begin my story.