The story of an African American woman's struggle with physical and emotional abuse. I purposely wrote this book raw. It's written in bad Grammer, and a lot of slang. I wanted to reach women like myself. Women who are so focused on survival we forget to address our mental health. We endure so much, and the world expects us to keep going. How we sometimes let the opinion of other's become the opinion of ourselves. We then get this idea that by blocking our emotions we're being strong. This story will make you question am I being resilient, or am I slowly dying? CiCi found out the hard way that a life without feeling is a life without meaning. I hope sharing my story will inspire someone to seek help. That it's ok not to have all the answers, it's ok to fall apart when life gets you down. What's not ok, is continuing to stay down once you've fallen. It's not ok to live life without purpose. To live is to love. We must first learn to love ourselves in order to live. It's ok to seek help. Most of my adult life I had to reevaluate the behaviors I was by people who didn't have their shit together. For once in my life I want to live! I will no longer be Invisible to myself. Simple me... Simply Fi