My book has been out one week. It has been a time of complete anxiety and excitement. The thoughts of "oh Crap" what have I done sacrificing myself on paper for the entire world to read. Thoughts like what was I thinking fill my head. Today I was privileged to meet a young man at a coffee shop. A friend was doing a book signing. He over heard me talking about my book. We shared our brief stories. It is for people just like him that I wrote the story. If it inspires him and gives him hope then all this sacrifice of sharing my story has paid off. Everyone says "You are so brave" to write the book. I suppose I am. One quote comes to mind again and again "My wish is that one day we won't have to call it brave for talking openly about mental illness. We'll simply call it talking". thisismybrave.org
More to follow next weekend.