R.A.B.

Pen-named survivor of thirty-one, neurodivergent from a life of abuse and cruelties at the hands of my blood relatives who kept me secluded indoors and trapped into a single room for the past thirteen years while forcing me to undergo inhuman conditions and be medicated for issues they would come up with to mask the abuse.

I have escaped with my spirit unbroken and a few possessions to Scotland where I finally found safety only for it to be cut short by the man I was counting my blessings every day for having met. I married into what seemed the perfect life only to see it turn into an increasingly abusive relationship which tore from me my life's work and all I had kept safe and worked towards for over two decades. I'm now trying to save my life while in a state of physical consumption, being pushed into self-harm and suicide on a daily basis but still fighting to get to safety so I may begin rebuilding a life on burnt ruins and scars, psychological, emotional and physical alike.

These books are my story set to fantasy.

They were however written before I was put to abuse by a partner rather than family, peers and institutions and it took from me what no one had manage to harm before: my spirit. So these books still hold what has been taken from me: the purer, raw, fierce and selfless care between lovers. Yet some part of me, possibly the person who had stubbornly survived on nothing but pure drive, power of will, sacrifice and desire alone, still wants to believe exists.

Here's to life and to all of us survivors, while I could never say it to myself I thank you all for your bravery.

May we find peace, and live the happy life we do deserve, no matter what the monsters have made us believe during all those decades of survival.

Here's to us.