We all have different chapters in our lives. From the beginning page to the end chapter, each chapter of our books holds a different meaning.One or more of our chapters may be filled with struggles so deep that we feel uprooted from the ground and ripped from ourselves.

Our mental health effects every aspect of our everyday lives.

. Your not able to do it with your own two hands. The only one who can put you back together is the one who put you together in the beginning.

The hands that created me were those of an artist and the results were art. 

I guess I could be called a "misfit" because I refuse to fit in. My father tells me the only place I'll ever fit in, is His arms.