I’ve been writing my story for quite a few years, it is only quite recently that I found where I wanted it to end, which is a difficult task with a biography. I have a completed first draft, but I know it needs some work, I am under no illusion that it needs quite a few hours of work, someone to pull it all together with me. And oh boy my grammar is terrible, when you read the book you’ll see school was not my strong point. I need funding to have it professionally edited as well as a cover designing, then the publishing (eek).
My story tells of how I have battled depression, coupled with alcohol abuse, damaging relationships and being a single parent. Now, we all deserve a happy ending, right? Many assume that happy endings come in the guise of finding the right man and living happily ever after, and some hold out for the knight in shining armour, I came to realise instead, that my happy ending consists of me finally realising I’m ok, and that I rather quite like who I have become. Only I was able to create my happy ending.
I hope that those that read my book will find comfort in knowing they’re not alone through depression, they’re not alone through abusive relationships and there is light at the end of the tunnel (cliche I know).
I was looking for my knight, instead I looked in the mirror and realised my rescuer was with me all along. ME!