In a story that blurs the line between true crime and personal survival, this raw, unflinching memoir dives into the harrowing months when I was stalked by a predator—a pseudo-serial killer whose relentless obsession shattered my world. Amidst the chaos of caring for others and fighting to stay alive, I endured not just his piss-weak but persistent attempts to kill me, but also the devastating fog of traumatic amnesia that left me questioning my own reality. As he turned his violence on another victim, the true extent of his cowardice and depravity emerged. Through sheer grit—and a stare that could unnerve even a predator—I survived his attacks, tracked his movements, and played a role in ensuring his capture before he could destroy more lives. This book isn’t just about what happened; it’s about the aftermath. It’s my attempt to make sense of the wreckage he left behind, to find salvation in the act of telling my story, and to process the impossible. It’s a testament to resilience and the power of survival against a man who thrived on fear, but whose cowardice was ultimately his downfall. For those who’ve lived through darkness, those fascinated by the depths of human depravity, and anyone seeking a story of survival in its most unvarnished form—this is my truth. Whether it resonates or not, writing it is my way of reclaiming a life that nearly wasn’t mine to keep.