My name is Dex Hart. That’s not the name I was born with — it’s the name I chose when I stopped running from myself.

I’ve spent years trapped in the darkest corners of the human mind — not as an observer, but as someone who lived there every single day. I know what it feels like to wake up numb, to be surrounded by people and still feel completely alone, to question whether your existence has any real meaning at all.

But I also know what it means to break through. Not through shallow affirmations or fake positivity, but through silence, suffering, and radical self-confrontation.

I don’t write to inspire the masses. I write for the few — the ones who are tired of pretending. The ones who are drowning in their own thoughts, yet still searching for something real. Something honest. Something that cuts deep.

My books are not for everyone. They’re for those who have been to the edge and are ready to rebuild — not just to survive, but to awaken.

If you’re one of them, you’re not here by accident. Welcome. Let’s walk through the storm — and come out the other side.