I was up last night until 4:00 a.m. working on the final rewrites of my
book (I lost all track of time). It will hopefully be the last time I will have to return
to those painful memories. My co-writer and editor, Peter Lundell, a professional
ghostwriter, as well, is amazing to work with. I’m so thankful Janey DeMeo who
referred me to Cec Murphey who in turn referred me to Peter. And, above all, to
God.
What began
as a catharsis turned into a manuscript that has now become a mission. I
realized that just because I am hidden away from the world in a bedridden condition
does not mean what I have to say has no value.
No
one should ever feel that way. Everybody suffers and each has a story to tell. I
love this quote:
"Your
writing matters as much as the hard labor others do. You teach us all through
your words the value of helping other human beings through tragedy."
author unknown
Anyhow, I never realized how difficult it
would be for me to write my life story – lay it out there honestly in
transparency for all to see. All I experienced – how I felt.
What it was like to be a molested, raped, then to
be a captive of sex traffickers, suffer through two abusive marriages, and now
paralyzed due to a rare virus I contracted while a captive.
It’s not easy to revisit an agonizing past over
and over again while we edit. But, I think it’s important to share the effects that
it has had on my life – my journey from misery to an abiding hope.
A row of human dominoes, toppling over, unaware or
uncaring, can cause irreparable damage to a mind, body, and soul. I had a
string of dominoes in my life.
I
believe my book conveys all these things (without judgement) and will open eyes
so that together we can help spare one another from similar fates.
No one is
an island or should have to be.
