Once years ago I had an abusive upbringing and some of which I still deal with. I learned and gathered from the mentality of how others acted around me. Then out of the blue, I learned what experience meant, then I learned little by little the psychology behind feelings, consequences and the feelings of those around me. After years of abuse and then realizing I was acting out how others acted upon me I woke up. I started to focus on myself and wanted to learn more about people and the world around me. One night, I read something very enjoyable then, I watched a movie. One of a few was good and the other, I felt was good, but it could have been better. Then I gained an interest in writing when I wanted to make my own story. Then I started to want to learn more and the only riches, I have gained are life, learning and the love of my hobby. Writing became therapy and a personal love of mine.