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 it’s 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 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. There is a search engine so you can search by topic or any subject or term you like.