In 2019, I was suffering from PTSD and depression. I needed an escape before I hurt myself. At the end of April of that year, I sat at my laptop with a blank screen. I started writing every day. I would wake up with new ideas; and over four months, I wrote four books, stopping only because my dog was dying of cancer. While taking him to the vet, I contracted COVID-19. He died in December, and by that time, I had become asthmatic and lost my sense of taste. Over the next three years, I wrote and edited twelve books in the series. Here is the first one. These books changed my life. I no longer have PTSD or depression. And this year, my asthma has nearly gone, and my sense of taste is back. I hope you enjoy the book.