This is the story of a man. The story of a man that’s close to giving up. The story of a man who’s souls been crushed for years. This is My Story, my name is Aden Dean Grissom.

My story began in Oklahoma the day of my birth, I was taken out of the arms of my mother and put into the arms of another family. As a young kid I didn’t think much of it, but as time carried on the voice would continue to tell me I’m different. It always said I didn’t belong. My grandmother pretty much raised me at a young age, I lived at her house more than my own. Gifted writing music and poetry at 5 years old. One day I was put in the car and taken to the hospital to see my aunt. When I saw her I sung for her a as I walked out said “I love you, I’ll miss you”. The same night she unexpectedly passed. I was too young to comprehend or understand what had happened. I carried on about my little life for a little while longer in ignorant bliss.

At the age of eleven years old was the day I first saw and began to understand my gifts. One night as I was lying in bed I heard voices all around me. Whispering, talking about me. Every time I tried to tone it...