My heart has reached past the edges of myself

About a month prior to my book publishing and for about two weeks after, I suffered an epic grief relapse. I miss my child so much. My sleep was rocky. And something else I can’t quite put a label on. Writing the book was cathartic and allowed me to find healing. But having something out there that is so personal is something else entirely. I expected to be overjoyed. And I was but there were so many mixed emotions.

Will people hate it? How does it compare to other books? Then there is the guilt for sharing such a … Read more...