My Experience as a new Author

The thought of writing and publishing the story that haunted me for years was merely a concept, one that seemed out of reach for someone like me. A dark-skinned girl from very humble beginnings who lacked resources and confidence. Never believing I’d have an opportunity nor that I’d follow through with it. Discussing and contemplating an idea is vastly different from putting in the effort to make it a reality.

The obstacles I encountered arose from a complete absence of discipline, a notable lack of self-esteem, and insufficient writing skills. Faced with the struggle to articulate the painful adversity my family and I went through without coming across as whining, as I was writing from the position of someone who desired to share testimony. My fear was that I may be viewed as fabricating for profit or misrepresenting my emotions.

It is likely that I was wrestling with imposter syndrome, even while participating in a great writing course, led by a wonderful coach, I could not seem to break free from my own thoughts.

Yet, amidst these struggles, I discovered a profound sense of catharsis. The act of writing became a journey of self-discovery, allowing me to confront and understand the complexities of my emotions. Each word I penned was another step towards healing, transforming my vulnerabilities into a narrative that was both personal and universal.

Gradually, I learned to embrace the imperfections in my writing, recognizing that my natural humor paired with authenticity resonated more deeply than polished prose. Lived experience, in its raw and honest form, held the power to connect with others who had faced similar trials. This realization fueled my determination to persevere, despite the doubts that lingered.

Surrounded by supportive loved ones and an encouraging online community, I began to see my story not just as a personal endeavor but as a beacon of hope for others. The struggles and triumphs I went through were not in vain; they were the foundation upon which my first book was built.

As the launch day approached, excitement slowly overshadowed my apprehension. The thought of sharing my journey with the world was daunting, yet exhilarating. I realized that, regardless of how my book was received, I had already succeeded in the most important way, by finding my voice and courageously sharing it with others.