Hello

I suppose I will start by introducing myself.

My name is Desire Stevens, and I don’t exist. An odd thing to say, I know, but it is true. Desire Stevens cessed to exist, 36ish years ago. I was sad about it for years.

Honestly, having one’s identity stripped away at an early age can really be devastating. Don’t get me wrong, there were extenuating circumstances, and everyone really did just want the best for me; a mother's good intentions, a father’s vindictive manipulations…

This brings us back to the question of identity. Who am I?