I think this might actually be the concluding chapter of my personal story. At least for now… I had to stop where I did in Part 11. It got too difficult for me to write. It’s hard to write about traumatic experiences because you get to relive those moments when you go back in time, down the memory lane. I want to thank everyone once again for their support and encouragement.

What I am about to share is deeply personal and extremely painful to write about. It is part of my biography that I would like to completely erase from my memory and delete from my consciousness. It’s something that I’ve struggled with for the past 18 years, for most of my adult life.