She had an average life. An average apartment, an average job and an average truck. She liked the way it was: Wake up, get ready for work, eat something, leave to work and come home from work. She worked for what she had, damn straight. She was fine without a lover and fine with only her best friend as a companion. It started out as a typical day, she got ready, went to work and stopped by the store to pick up the items for dinner. But things changed, in the blink of an eye. Next thing she knows, she's placed in a care facility for schizophrenia. But what if the disorder isn't what they say it is? What if it is a gift, a gift that turned into a curse?

My poetry, my soul. that's what this book contains.