Most memoirs are written with a “matter-of-fact, these are the events of my life” format. The stories of the abused leave you feeling detached from the experience as the author tells about their lives. We collect the data, nod our heads as we listen, send our condolences and respect… then forget.

Broken, doesn’t let you forget.

Written as a fiction novel, the preface alone leaves readers feeling nervous. You won’t sink into this book. You will sink into a mind. Within the first few pages, you will have glimpsed into the mind they are about to enter. Broken isn’t about my story. It is about perspective. And it forces you to question yours. This is a book that will make you question your memory and opinion. It will make you doubt yourself and change your perspective… repeatedly. It will force you to truly question your beliefs. And it will force you to answer for it.

What is truth anyway?

Within Broken, you will slide so easily into the mind of Elizabeth that you won’t even know you’re there. You will meet a plethora of characters and become the “fly on the wall” as you lay witness to the abuse. You will stand by helpless and watch. You won’t only see the abuse and witness the mental disorders start as a result. You will join Elizabeth as she invents the worlds around you. With every character you meet, you won’t question if they are real… at first. You will evolve as you read. At times you will believe fictional characters are real because you see them as being real through Elizabeth’s point of view. At other times, you will doubt if the characters that are real are made up in Elizabeth’s head. There will be a moment when you doubt everything Elizabeth says, and there will be a moment where you believe everything Elizabeth says.

And when you are done, you may or may not be able to decide what truth is. You will experience Dissociation. You will experience abuse and trauma… the fear that pushes a sane, gentle child into insanity. You will experience schizophrenia and Borderline Personality Disorder. You will compare, remember, and relate… and when it is done, you will struggle returning to this reality. But when you do, you will not be the same.

Truth is only subjective, after all.