When I was younger, I didn't understand how many of my mother's fears and beliefs, naturally passed on too me. Love was a word and I was a wild and lost spirit, searching for something that could ease my confusion and pain. Drinking and living but not really living,,,,,,,,,,,,,,just moving, because when I stand still, the silence is too much. But, now................let's fast forward.......to the present..........Everything is becoming clear and even though it was a lot of hell and tears and blood shed for me to get here..........But I got here and I'm not even finish yet.