I have it EASY? You have no idea.
Don't do that. DO NOT assume anyone has it easy. Even if you're going through the worst time of your life, don't dismiss what anyone else is going through.
I live off my writing. I've done this for years, but still, I look at others and I feel lucky.
I feel lucky even though I am still trying to put my mother's suicide into a box that I can lock up in my head where it's something I can look at and say, yes, that happened.
I have things going on with my children that I won't speak of publicly. That might get me sympathy sales, but...no. This is their life. And mine. Not sharing.
I grew up with a brother who is severely autistic. And I won't post his name or do more than donate to causes that help people like him. He needs my love. My devotion. Not some kind of spotlight. For some, it will help spread the word. I won't speak of the hardship and the abuse we both lived through because we're still living it. That pain will never go away and I can't make that okay for him.
For me, I will live. I will have my good days and bad. Call it PTSD or whatever you want, but I would never wish what I see on anyone.
Why do I share this? Because I see other authors saying if they could be like me, life would be easier.
No. That doesn't happen. Going through hell doesn't make the next step easy. My hell is not someone else's. Others have gone through worse. And that doesn't make what you are going through less.
Your bad day is your hell. And you will live through it. Because you are beautiful and strong. Because you deserve everything you've earned and more.
Do not compare yourself to others. A bad day for you may not include the end of the world, but it can still be scary. Still be pushing you to the limit.
As authors, people used to assume we suffered in silence, because that was the beauty of the art. Now, it could be a sales tactic. Social media put it all out there. You can fund your pain. Your struggles.
Or you can have some class and see the people who you're asking money from have struggled as well. And instead of asking for something, give them all you have.
I'd rather give you a piece of me. I'm sharing this so you know I am like you. I hurt. But in the end, I offer my words. My stories with a happy ending. Because I need the same escape.
And the wounds we have bleed the same. But we turn to the words for hope. Because someone, somewhere, may have gotten through what we have. With their soul and their heart just a little bent, but not broken.
When you read my books, looking for love, know that I wrote those words, looking for the exact same thing.
I live off my writing. I've done this for years, but still, I look at others and I feel lucky.
I feel lucky even though I am still trying to put my mother's suicide into a box that I can lock up in my head where it's something I can look at and say, yes, that happened.
I have things going on with my children that I won't speak of publicly. That might get me sympathy sales, but...no. This is their life. And mine. Not sharing.
I grew up with a brother who is severely autistic. And I won't post his name or do more than donate to causes that help people like him. He needs my love. My devotion. Not some kind of spotlight. For some, it will help spread the word. I won't speak of the hardship and the abuse we both lived through because we're still living it. That pain will never go away and I can't make that okay for him.
For me, I will live. I will have my good days and bad. Call it PTSD or whatever you want, but I would never wish what I see on anyone.
Why do I share this? Because I see other authors saying if they could be like me, life would be easier.
No. That doesn't happen. Going through hell doesn't make the next step easy. My hell is not someone else's. Others have gone through worse. And that doesn't make what you are going through less.
Your bad day is your hell. And you will live through it. Because you are beautiful and strong. Because you deserve everything you've earned and more.
Do not compare yourself to others. A bad day for you may not include the end of the world, but it can still be scary. Still be pushing you to the limit.
As authors, people used to assume we suffered in silence, because that was the beauty of the art. Now, it could be a sales tactic. Social media put it all out there. You can fund your pain. Your struggles.
Or you can have some class and see the people who you're asking money from have struggled as well. And instead of asking for something, give them all you have.
I'd rather give you a piece of me. I'm sharing this so you know I am like you. I hurt. But in the end, I offer my words. My stories with a happy ending. Because I need the same escape.
And the wounds we have bleed the same. But we turn to the words for hope. Because someone, somewhere, may have gotten through what we have. With their soul and their heart just a little bent, but not broken.
When you read my books, looking for love, know that I wrote those words, looking for the exact same thing.
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