In 2010, my sister passed away. I had no outlet, no one to talk to anymore. So I began writing. I wrote about things I would want my nine kids at the time (now 11 Kids) to know about me, my life and, the lessons learned. My writings and blogs were never meant to be a memoir book, but a way of sorting my thoughts and providing guidance and understanding to my kids. My childhood was far from perfect. The physical, verbal, sexual abuse suffered for several years developed into anxiety, depression, Complex PTSD, and creating an alternate personality. It remained a secret to many except my sister. 

I worked for years, studying and learning how to keep my secrets controlled from my doctors, co-workers, friends, and the world has been a long and sometimes painful journey. I am no longer ashamed and remain unapologetic. I did not let the negative be a crutch for lack of success but more used some of my conditions to build a successful career along with raising a beautiful, healthy, loving family with my wife Michelle (Beth), while caring for my mother. Through this process, I realized then that I was going to do one of the hardest things, ask for help, and finally tell my story to someone and now here, everyone.