So I wrote a book and what a ride!!! People are coming back with amazing reviews; they can't put it down, their neighbors took it off their porch and read it before they gave it back, even when they knew the story they couldn't stop reading, and the list goes on. I knew my story was a shocker, but I had no idea that others would be so riveted. How happy I am about this revelation.
I embarked on this journey partly to unload, but also to give those calling for the book what they wanted. I mourned publicly and others became invested. Some were wanting another in their boat and others were just curious. Made For Me is all of those things. It captures every emotion and allows the reader a raw insight into two peoples intimate details from love to cancer to grief and love once again. It takes you through all the feels and leaves you wondering how anyone could live all these lives at once.
Writing it was NOT cathartic. I wonder if people really know what that word means. It is to purge or the act of purging. I was not purging my life nor my grief and certainly not my joy. I was releasing truth and inviting people into the actuality of my life. You can't purge love, nor do you want to. It marks our synapsis indelibly, never to be removed. Love is the very essence of existence and must be treasured even when put on hold. You would never get rid of a memory so tender that you revisit it often simply to remind yourself of the beauty that sometimes gets tarnished by the world around us.
Writing this book was a testament to the power of love and the capacity to hold that space for love larger than ourselves. It reminded me of who I truly am and who others are as well; the good, the bad, and the ugly. It took me through my sweet, to the vicious, stopping into the black hole only to emerge basking in the glorious light of redemption. It was a becoming from all the parts up to that point. I think most of us want to excise the difficult and the painful from our being, but I have learned to gather it in and allow every part some standing space. It keeps the whole of myself together and represents me in my purest form. This book was more of a graduative walk from light to dark and back into the light. After all, isn't that life?
