Help My Memoir Get Edited/Published

The Memoir is called “The Grown Woman Detox - Achieve Optimal Health by Eliminating Toxic Food, Feelings and  Foolishness”.

For several years, I have dreamed about sharing with others how I overcame my dark past of being mentally and physically abused, being chronically ill, being overweight, having low self esteem to how I became a successful entrepreneur and a healthier me.

I have completed five chapters. My book will have approximately 10 to 15 chapters. The titles of the first five chapters are:

Chapter 1: Let’s get real

Chapter 2: Girlfriend’s

Chapter 3: What’s wrong with her?

Chapter 4: Sex and bad boys

Chapter 5: Ignoring the signs

I have the amazing Tracey Nicole Hayes, JH writing+ on board to make this memoir the best it can be. Your donations will go towards the completion of my book.

As for the memoir, I have been told that I should write a book about my past, my present and my future. How I went from being broken to being whole. I want to empower and encourage women to achieve optimal health by eliminating toxic foods, feelings and foolishness.  In a nutshell, being comfortable in your own skin.

The book features a young woman from Baltimore who overcomes “a hard knock life “.

This is a true story. I am being very transparent, open and honest. Some of the content may be difficult to read but relatable. The story is exciting but depressing, sad but funny. It will have you wanting more.

Your support will mean the world to me.

Some people dream of becoming famous, my dream is to be able to positively change lives.

How did this get started?

I did not always want to be a writer, hell...actually this was the furthest thing from my mind. I had just lived my life.   But, how can I touch more than one person, two people, three, a crowd. That’s why I decided to be a writer, I needed a way to get my story out.

Note: Anyone who donates at least $20 will be guaranteed a sign copy of my book once it is published.

Here is the 1st chapter of my book as a sample:

Chapter 1: Let’s get real

Let’s start at the beginning. Once upon a time, I felt bloated. Not just my gut, but my very existence felt bloated and uncomfortable. I was stuffed with emotions I couldn’t relate, guilt lingering around every decision, and a heaviness I couldn’t escape. But that was then. It feels like a lifetime ago.

I don’t even know who that bloated woman was because now I feel like my entire life is a six-pack. Like I just shitted all the toxicity out of my life for good. I’ve moved on and that’s a wonderful feeling to have.

Holding on to grudges has never been my thing, but unreciprocated love sure has been. I had to see it for what it      was, understand it, exam it, and let it go. Sometimes it was the other person, but in all honesty, sometimes it was me. We’re emotional beings. It’s natural. We’re human.

I’m certainly not proud of the mistakes I’ve made, but I’m not ashamed of them either. Every single encounter I’ve    had with another human being that I cared for has, in truth, been valuable, even if it was just a hard lesson I had to     learn and pass on.

I fully accept the role I’ve played in my own life. When I got honest with myself, did some deep introspection, looked at my life from start to middle, I saw a pattern of toxic relationships with food, feelings, and—let’s be real—utter foolishness that I had become addicted to like no other drug. And there were drugs. There was sex.

There was abuse. There was crazy stalker-like behavior, suicidal ideations mixed with idle threats, indifference towards the people who loved me and total devotion to the ones who didn’t.

There was religion and tradition and ritual without reasoning. There were misunderstandings, hard truths, and motivations I’ll never be able to comprehend.

There were any number of completely foolish lies I told myself and allowed other people to tell me about myself, both comforting and unraveling. But the best thing to do when you become unraveled is to pull that string until it’s long and tight, cut off only the part that truly makes you happy, and knit together the coziest, happiest, most secure part of yourself. The rest of that string?

Discard that shit. Have a complete burial, a cremation. Because if you don’t, it will come back and choke the hell out of you. And life is simply too short.

* END OF CHAPTER*