For a decade I lost myself. When I emerged, I wasn't sure exactly who I had found. My confusion is responsible for much of my inspiration. With all I write I fight the temptations of being lost in what I have become. I struggle with who I am and who I have been every day of my life. As I think of what I was, I become so very thankful for whom I have been able to become. I am still haunted by the vague yet vivid memories of my past. I have so many questionable questions…