When people hear that I wrote a book, they congratulate me and offer praise. While I deeply appreciate their lovely words and kindness, writing my memoir was a deeply humbling experience. It was a heartbreaking journey of processing and stepping forward from the darkness in my life AND it was an act of service.

My publisher asked whether my goal is to sell as many books as possible. Anyone who knows me well knows I’ve never been motivated by money. No, I don’t care how much money I make. What I DO care about is this:

I want my book to find the hands and hearts of people who need it.

I want to share my raw and authentic hero’s journey with anyone struggling in the worlds of addiction, abuse, anxiety, trauma, low self-esteem, or high sensitivity.

I want people to read my book and feel less lost and alone and more seen and understood.

I want the two decades I spent seeking, discovering, and embodying my blessed healing practices to serve as the roadmap I wish I had had.

I want people to read my story and share it with their loved ones who they know need my story. I want to hear stories about readers helping their friends heal. That is the currency I seek.

I don’t want fame or glory or attention or accolades. I want to make a difference in people’s lives. I want my journey to have served a purpose—I want to spread self-compassion, self-love, and healing as far as I can.

In peace,

Heather