Introduction
My name is not the one I was born with. It is not the name my mother called me when she thought I was asleep, and it is not the name the police used when everything finally fell apart. Names are easy to abandon when fear takes over.
This is not a confession or an apology. It is a record. A personal account of how deception enters a life quietly, disguised as opportunity. I did not plan to become a liar. I became one through small decisions that felt harmless at the time.
I live in a city that looks honest on the surface. Glass buildings, clean streets, and promises of success everywhere you turn. Beneath that surface is a network of secrets. Everyone senses it, but few admit it. I believed I could move through that world without being consumed by it. I was wrong.
The lies started small. A detail changed. A truth delayed. Then another. Soon, lying felt easier than explaining.
