I was a child when I told my Mum I wanted to write. Mum said that I had to live life before I could write about it. When I was an adult my marriage died, leaving me with a toiletry bag, suitcase and labelled mentally ill. My husband used the health and legal systems to separate me from our children for 6 years because he didn’t like what I said about him at marriage counselling and decided I had to be mad to protect his reputation. I now had a story to write. This is it. My story began when I was 35 years old. Actually I was 35 years, 3 months and 11 days old. When my world exploded, and my life began. How does my story end? I don't know. But that's life. Truly. I only know how it all started. I was asking God to give me a good husband and us a better life. He answered my prayer. A faithful friend sent me a text message. The message said: "It sounds like you are in a bad place. It sounds like you have left your husband. Be careful. Stay safe. Keep in touch." God only knew that I would listen to the advice of this cop. And the world could become a safer place. Not just for Crazy Karina and her Kids. But for all of those who want it. For all of those who can keep it simple and believe. They can live with Grace and achieve the impossible.