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I can hardly believe it. My book, my soul laid bare, is about to be released into the world—like a caged bird, trembling with anticipation, finally tasting the sweet freedom of the wind. As it soars, it breathes in the air of new beginnings, exhaling all that once held it captive.

It feels like yesterday I began this journey, typing those first words onto a blank page—each sentence a confession, each emotion a whisper of what was locked inside me. Did I hesitate? Oh, yes, there was hesitation....

When a child is born, they are like the first pristine page of a book—untouched, filled with infinite possibility. A name is given, like the title of a story yet to be written. In my case, that name was Elissa Day Lane. And just like a book, that child breathes in the world, absorbing every touch, every whispered word, every moment of love and warmth.

At first, we believe the world is as gentle as the hands that held us, as kind as the voices that soothed us to sleep. But soon, we step beyond...