I'm sure our world is starving for healing. There is a miraculous blend of raw and real life experiences that knocked the wind out of me in every chapter. It takes you through crushing losses where life stops and begins again. It's soul writing that smacks you awake.
I was accompanied by the spiritual force of humanity. Whatever made me a writer has everything to do with misery and how we can evolve to find our highest and deepest selves in the dirt, in the darkest of times. I'm a living scar that hits the floor each morning, giving thanks for a new day.
May you find the resilience to keep moving through both the terror and beauty of what it means to be fully human. It's tricky, and you are enough. You are ridiculously enough.