Weeeeeeee!!!!
My eBook is now available for
purchase! I'm not quite ready to fully celebrate yet because it is still
awaiting official review before it can be distributed to major retailers, but
in the meantime, it is available to purchase through smashwords.com. After it's reviewed, a
few things could be subject to change (like the cover, which is pictured above), but it will (hopefully) be distributed to various
retailers in due time. I will also be publishing it with Amazon's Kindle Direct
at some point.
I initially started writing this
memoir in the fall of 2011 after reading a vulnerable, honest and inspiring book that made me want to open up about my
own personal struggles. I never thought I'd actually publish it. I just wanted
to challenge myself to "go there" and write as openly as my favorite
memoir authors. And despite the emotional turmoil involved in "going
there," it was an incredible relief to come clean about the things I've
struggled with and share what I learned and how I grew from those things.
But the more my little
17,000-something word memoir collected metaphorical dust in laptop document
land, the more I started to wonder if I was doing a disservice to myself and
others by allowing it to continue collecting metaphorical dust. About 17 months later, I read
back over it and decided I liked it enough to put it out into the world and
give it a chance.
So I doctored it up, wrote and
re-wrote a few things, proofread it a
few nine times, got some wonderful people to write some wonderful
testimonials, proofread it again, doubted it, called myself a self-indulgent
fraud who should care more about the people being starved and raped instead of
my own stupid stories about OCD and depression, formatted it meticulously,
stressed out about acquiring the perfect cover, sought everyone's opinion on
the cover, changed the cover, (will probably change the cover again in the
future), proofread it one last time, got really nervous about publishing it,
got really excited about publishing it, and to make a really freaking long,
2-year story short, it is finally available to feast your eyes upon and judge
as you will.
But before I provide you with a
link, I want to provide you with a couple of excerpts. The eBook is divided up
into two parts since I wanted to write about two unrelated things. Part 1 is
about my struggle with OCD, and part 2 is about my struggle with post-high
school depression.
Excerpt from part 1
"Constant
checking is a common symptom of OCD. I would clean my room, walk out, and then
walk back in about two seconds later and stand in my doorway to make sure
nothing had been disturbed during my two-second absence. Then I would walk out
and walk back in again. I touched my bed, my nightstand, and anything else
within reach to make sure everything was still intact. Then I would walk back
out and turn right back around and walk in again. The third time, I’d usually
walk around my room and closely observe everything. If I saw a spec of dust or
a piece of fuzz anywhere, I’d dispose of it and then wash my hands afterwards.
Sometimes I would even walk into my room randomly throughout the day and just stand
in my doorway and stare.
My
room wasn’t the only thing I constantly checked. I would often finish a
homework assignment and then read it over and over again before feeling
comfortable enough to put it away. I would typically read over any piece of work I finished about
five to ten times.
I
never wore shoes in my room. If I was going somewhere and needed to go back to
my room to get something, I would take my shoes off at the door, get what I
needed, and then put my shoes back on as I came out. Either that, or I would
just crawl into my room on my knees and be careful not to let my shoes touch
the ground.
No
one’s feet except mine were allowed in my room. If my younger brother Garrison
walked into my room, shoes or no shoes, I would order him to get out unless he
had clean feet. If he had just gotten out of the shower or something, then it
was okay as long as he didn’t touch anything. It got so bad that he eventually
would just stop in my doorway and ask for permission before crossing the line
onto my carpet."
Excerpt from part 2
“Are
you depressed?” She asked me.
Yes,
I think I might be. I walk around feeling worthless all the time. Nothing in my
life makes sense anymore. You’re the only friend I have left. Sometimes I cry
myself to sleep, and sometimes I can’t even sleep at all because I have too
much on my mind. I feel like I’m constantly being judged, and I feel pathetic.
I feel like my life is going nowhere. All I do is sit around wishing I was good
enough and wishing I could do something right. I’m not ready to grow up, and
everyone on the face of the planet expects me to. I’m not even sure I know how.
I’m isolated, insecure, and I feel like shit every second of every day.
“What?”
I asked incredulously. I nervously shoved a forkful of hash brown into my mouth
and looked out the window. My friend dropped the subject.
Part of me hoped that she would
bring it up again—that she would urge me to talk to her and tell her how I was
really feeling. I was tired of convincing everyone, including myself, that I
was perfectly fine. But she did not bring it up again, so neither did I."
To purchase my eBook, click here. Yes, I think you need a Smashwords account to buy it, but it's easy and free to join.
If you love me, you will buy this eBook. Just kidding. I'm not one of those people.
But seriously though...I really am excited about this, and I happy danced for the better part of yesterday afternoon. I would happy dance even more if I actually sold a few copies. Help a sister out?
And finally, if/when you buy it...
a) Accept my virtual hug.
b) Enjoy it.
c) Email or tweet me and let me know what you thought.
d) Share it!
Thank you endlessly.
<3 Madison
