“Trying to surface through a burning blanket of darkness and air seemed to be the enemy instead of my alley. Seemed to be impossible. the Only thing that seemed possible and what I was in control of was my death.”
That is a small excerpt from the book on Bee’s life that I am currently writing. Delving into a life that is filled with such pain and mostly death makes me glad that I live such a “normal” life.
If you would like more tid bits on Bee leave a comment below.