I am a serial memoirist, uttering or for that matter stringing together to describe any writer. I was born to be a serial memoirist: compulsive, self absorbed, narcissistic,bossy and know it all. I believed I could help others by sharing my experiences. I took a major detour and got pregnant, and know its not the end of the world,hold onto your dreams and get yourself into college. I had healed from depression,a lousy self image, rage,guilt by talking to others for help,and by others. I was grabbed by a serial rapist. "Don't scream and follow me, I have a knife." Soon after I thought I could write and help him get caught. He also talked about how sick and evil he was and that he belonged to satanic cult. The attack set me off on a spiritual journey of a life time.