I’m writing a book. Not sure if I’m publishing it, but I am definitely writing it, just because there is a story to be told, but more importantly because I need to release my pain to the universe. Now that everything is unraveled I am piecing it back together with unveiled perspective. The new picture is so seamless it’s scary. There are signs in life for everything that will manifest in the future. Most times, we just do not know how to read them.
I plan to poison the pages of my memoir with all the emotional baggage of my past, so that it can sit on a bookshelf instead of fester away in my soul. On my journey I had to face agonizing realities about myself, but I also discovered delightful new truths about the infinite and divine creature of God I am. I plan to paint the pages of my memoir with all the insights I gleaned on my journey.
So what is the book all about? One day I woke up to the news that God murdered my best friend, boyfriend and future husband. In my universe two people died on that day, and I was handed my greatest challenge yet: bringing myself back from the dead. My story is an intimate account of love, loss and transformation. It recounts a time when I was desperate to reconstruct my past, unwilling to trust the future and unable to comprehend the present. My rise from the ashes will hopefully touch and inspire anyone who has ever had to journey through self discovery.