Apr 5, 2019
5 min read
Writing This Book Is Killing Me
I’m a mess right now.
It’s been three years since I started my memoir. When I first sat down to write it, my motivation was to show others that if I could survive hard times and tragedy, they could do the same. I imagined women in toxic relationships who felt like they didn’t have a way out. I also thought of people in the throes of addiction who felt powerless to stop. Even if just one person related to the…
