It was a beautiful, idyllic, bucolic area that belied a nasty hidden secret. Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete proving natures laws wrong ? Funny it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to be keeping its dreams; it learned to keep breathing fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no, one else even cared. With this Blog, I would like to share the journey of writing the book and my survival of Complex PTSD and Dissociated Identity Disorder and of the extraordinary people I have encountered along the way. It contains information on my own experiences and those of others, personal stories and encounters, terms and definitions. It is divided into categories so it is easy to search for any topic you wish.