They say the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. For me, that step wasn’t taken with conviction or determination; it was stumbled upon in the darkness of heartbreak, amidst the debris of shattered dreams and fractured promises. This is not just a book; it’s a chronicle of resilience forged in the fires of heartache, a testament to the enduring human spirit’s capacity to rise from the ashes of past pain.

You Know My Name….. But Not My PAIN! is a story of false promises, betrayal, and the insidious shadow of domestic abuse. It’s a narrative woven with threads of trauma, each knot representing a moment of silent suffering, endured alone in the labyrinth of my mind. For too long, I carried the weight of these experiences, believing that my pain was mine to bear in isolation. But there comes a point when the burden becomes too heavy, when the silence becomes suffocating, and the need to break free from the chains of silence becomes undeniable.