Have you noticed that trend on social media lately—the one where people are ditching the facade of perfection and showing the real, messy side of life? Well, buckle up, because I’m about to dive into the raw, unfiltered truth of becoming a self-published author.
May is Mental Health Month, but it’s a reminder that the struggles we face aren’t confined to a single month. In my world, it’s a daily battle. And let me tell you, the journey to releasing my co-created book has been a rollercoaster of emotions, setbacks, and unexpected twists.
“So, how does it feel to finally hold your book in your hands?” That’s the question everyone keeps asking me. And you know what? It’s not as straightforward as you might think.
I think people want me to say it feels amazing. OMG, I’m so proud of myself, it’s such a huge accomplishment, I can’t believe it’s finally here! But instead, they are met with … ummmmm, I’m not really sure just yet.
Let’s rewind eight years. Yes, you heard that right. Eight years of blood, sweat, and tears poured into this project. The manuscript has been edited, re-edited, and edited again ten million times. The design has been finalized for over a year. But every time we thought we were nearing the finish line, life threw another curveball our way.
Then came the recent eclipse, and it felt like the weight of this book finally settled on my shoulders. Giving birth to a human? (#growingupgarrett) Tough, no doubt. But birthing something that’s been gestating for almost a decade? Let’s just say it’s not exactly a fireworks-and-confetti moment.
Now, let’s talk about my dear friends: Patty Perfectionism, Suzie Skepticism, and Ima Imposter Syndrome. They’ve been hanging around, whispering doubts in my ear every step of the way. But amidst all the chaos, one thing brings me pure joy: the reactions from YOU.
The texts from friends, patients, and other practitioners holding my book, the excitement of people ordering multiple copies—that’s what fills my heart with warmth. This book is about empowerment, taking your health into your own hands, community support, love, and sharing, and seeing that come to life is the greatest reward.
But here’s the kicker: I can’t bring myself to actually read the damn thing. I’ve poured over every word so many times that it feels like I’m staring into a void. Except for one section: the Acknowledgments. Those raw, heartfelt words bring me to tears every time.
So, back to the question: how does it feel to be a self-published author? Honestly, I’m still processing it. It’s like sailing through a storm and calm seas simultaneously—exhilarating, terrifying, and completely surreal. But hey, I’m strapping in for the ride, ready to see where this journey takes me.
And, hey, if you do read the book and like it, I would be eternally grateful if you’d leave a review on Amazon.
