Excerpt from The Day after Dying

Laying in a puddle of my own vomit, hair soaked and clinging to my face, still wearing days old clothes, it hit me. I didn’t want to die. Not like this. Not with so much left undone.

My children were still so young. I was finally back in school, chasing dreams I had put on hold for years. Our new business was just beginning to take flight. And I had married my soulmate only a year before. In that moment, I was broken. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. But somewhere beneath the pain, something in me refused to quit. I wasn’t ready to leave this world. I was determined to stay.

This book is about that fight. The one you don’t always see on the outside. The one where you claw your way back from the edge, even when your body has given up. It’s about rediscovering purpose through pain and learning that surviving is not the same as living.

If you’ve ever felt unseen, misdiagnosed, unheard, or like your story was slipping away from you, this is for you. Let me show you what it looks like when a woman refuses to be erased.