He told us that we were lucky. Other people had it worse; we were privileged. This was his cover story, his lie, and possibly his excuse. It wasn't until I was learning to fight for my life in the hospital that I realized I was the "people that had it worse". This autobiography in works recounts the scenes that linger in my spirit daily. Imprisoned by a narcissist and master-manipulator. This story embodies a life of abuse, neglect, broken trust, sexual abuse, and the repercussions- depression, anxiety, and PTSD. My hope for this story is that readers will feel understood and that they will realize "alone" is a fallacy.