I am finding that as I rewrite and edit chapters in my book I am being forced to deal with Skeletons in closets I have locked away for good reason. I have relived moments in time in my life that once I thought would be my demise that i survived and rose above already, I cant let it cause me pain again. So I have decided to finally empty the closets and one at a time once and for all, let them free and only let it be a fainted memory that no longer lives trapped inside. I feel weights being lifted off my shoulders as I sift through these moments that have weighted me down for sooo long. Not only am a writing a great book that I hope helps people and touches there hearts, but I am freeing myself ...