Sometime in 2012, I met my first soulmate, the Pharoah. He was exotic, brooding and nothing like anyone I had ever met. I was instantly hooked, and it wasn't long after our first encounter that I was officially addicted. Fast forward two very tumultuous years, and I had come to solely identify with the drama that constituted our relationship.

All I needed was the Pharoah. He was the lifeforce that pumped through my veins. When he pulled the tourniquet on our relationship to the point of strangulation, I was rendered motionless. He would do this to me often, teasing me... keeping me on egg shells... I was a slave to his love... his acceptance... I was pathetic!

My 'love' for him was, and still is, the most dangerous thing I have ever subjected myself to.

When the ivory tower crumbled, I ran. I ran as far away as I possibly could. Wounded beyond all reason, I spent over a year in search of healing. All the while, I was simultaneously hoping to be summoned back into the harem. It was unhealthy but it was also a formative time in my existence. I began to write. Write about everything. I documented this period in my life with uninhibited honesty. My words are raw, ruthless, at times crazy... but they are consistently honest and relatable.

Healing isn't always calm... For me, it was calamity... but by God, it was an adventure! The people, the places and the happenings: this is my Viking Venture and Nordic Nonsense.