THIS IS A SELF-HELP-ME BOOK. I don't have all the answers. I am not claiming to be an expert on life. I am definitely not an expert on relationships or love. But I can speak on how both relationship and love waltzed into my life. So yes, this is a SELF-HELP-ME book. Now if this is not something that suits your fancy because I'm not dressed in a thong with my butt cheeks hanging out. I am not sorry. There is more to me than a big butt and a smile. I do have a brain, you know. I am not offended because I know that there are other girls and women like myself out in the world. Someone will get something from my life experiences. I needed help in the worse way when it came to a lot of things. I mean, I had pretty much lost everything, including myself in the midst of trying to find myself. How'd I do that? Somewhere in my young disheveled life I found myself drowning by my own reality. I forgot how to have fun, laugh from the heart, and smile because I was actually happy. HAPPY dissolved from my vocabulary after my baby was killed. HAPPY transformed to EMPTY. Then when my friend was killed. EMPTY transformed to LOST. And LOST transformed to RECLUSE. I buried myself within my rib cage because it was the only place no one could find me, but then one day someone did-and since that day it inspired me in a phenomenal way. There is a glow in my dark-a glow that led to this book. Buried Within My Rib Cage is a story that will hit the heartstrings of many who have experienced ongoing trauma in their lives. After reading this book, you'll begin to appreciate and love the woman in you.