About the Author

There was nothing particularly dramatic or unusual about my life until my son, diagnosed with severe depression, placed a shotgun to his head and blasted away the beautiful face that God gave him. He survived, but the blast obliterated his face. Afterwards, I watched him struggle back to physical and mental health. During the first year, I wrote what I saw and felt in my journals; I recorded what my son lost and what he gained over that year.

I hope that my family's story will give hope to those who believe they have none.