I've heard the whispers. I've heard them speaking to me from the depths. They whisper caution. They speak of healing. They call for an ocean of patience and compassion. They request I let go. They ask for me to be gentle. But most of all, they have reminded me of who I am. I am a man who built himself into something full of light from foundations of extraordinary amounts of pain and darkness. I am a man who has been face to face with death and felt it's cold fingers run down my spine. I am a man who has suffered greatly and spent years walking alone trapped in a prison I couldn't escape from. I am a man who speaks of love because I know what it's like to be in a place where no love was present. I am a man that speaks of resilience, because I had given up on myself completely at one point in my life. I am a man who gives his heart fully, who crashes with all engines burning, who's heart aches when it gets hurt, and who finds some way to put it all on the line for someone again. I am a man who has deep wounds of shame, abandonment and betrayal, wounds that I have embraced and begun to take love because I know I am far more as a human being than the scars I wear. I am a man who lived in the story of The Maskmaker, creating beautiful masks for the world to see but never revealing who I actually was underneath. I am a man who faces The Black Dog of depression, who feels into the depths of the unknown, and has trouble at times remembering that my story is the exact story that connects me to every other being on this planet. And because of this, I found the courage to heal the dark spaces in my heart and devote my life to healing others and sitting with them in their pain. Never to fix them, but to offer a new way. I am many things, the light and the dark mixed into this soul of mine. But there's no shame. This is who I am. Unedited. Unfiltered. Exposed.