In 10 days my book We Need to Talk About Grief will be available for the public to read. Yikes. Its clear to me, and by now I’m sure many people, that I’m rather fond of writing publicly about raw and painful personal material. But, there’s something significantly more revealing about an entire book on the stuff being read by lots of strangers. I sort of feel on the cusp of having my journal published. That’s not to say that I regret any of this – quite the opposite. I am excited and hopeful that it reaches the hands of anyone who is in need of this book. But, I have noticed as the publication date approaches, a new kind of anxious anticipation emerging; the anxious anticipation of what it will feel like to display my soul to all. I can feel myself internally gearing up…preparing to really own what I have achieved and communicated to the public. In truth there have been times when I have wanted to run and hide, pretend it wasn’t me, but that fear is slowly shrinking away. And particularly after having just commemorated Mum’s 3rd Deathday, the timing feels right.
So, fingers crossed! If you want to read some other bits and pieces I’ve written about my experience, and the book, you will find a piece in Woman and Home magazine and Psychologies Mag, both out this Friday. There’s some other exciting publicity coming up but I’m not allowed to say anything yet – so just keep your eyes and ears peeled!