That question has wracked my brain for 5 +years.
Should I write a book about my experience I’m experiencing?
Will anyone buy it?
How much is it going to cost me?
Then after 4 years of straight writing and revising, there was 2 years of “Should I publish it?”
It’s true that writing your story is therapeutic. Many nights when I thought I would lose my mind, I remembered that I could write it all down in a relatable and meaningful way. I would remember that there are thousands of parents and loved ones like me going through the same thing and most of them are floundering as to know what to do and where to turn.
Moms of those addicted.
A club no one wanted to be in. A club that within it has a variety of subcultures:
- Those who believe in tough love
- Those who don’t
- Those who are frantically searching for answers
- Those who have lost their child
- Those who still have hope
Each of these categories have their own subcultures: Harm reduction advocates. Forced treatment advocates. Those who want to criminalized fentanyl. Those who want to de-criminalize addiction. Those who want to separate the one pill can kill deaths from the “addicted” deaths.
It’s all so confusing and exhausting. How could I relate to them all? Turns out I moved through each of these groups taking what I needed and leaving the rest. I withdrew from anything that took away from my peace.
I searched and studied what fit my situation best and learned that it was ok to walk away when I became too overwhelmed.
And all of it was documented and condensed into 317 pages of grief, elation, confusion and – dare I say it? Even JOY.
This project had 100’s and 100’s of revisions. So much so that I think I drove my editor crazy. Turns out it’s very expensive to chip and chop and refine a scattered brain in pain into meaningful and cohesive thoughts.
But here we are.
I present my work of devotion for 5+ years. I don’t plan on breaking any records but what I do hope for is that one Mama who’s sitting at home or in her car crying. Maybe in her driveway like my book began. Wondering like the Eagles song “Lying eyes” ; how did life get so crazy?
For that Mom and others, who appreciate a story. A kind word. A snippet of hope or wisdom. This is my gift from one broke hearted mama to another. To the abandoned child of addiction. To the left out spouses and siblings. And to those in the middle of the darkness, still struggling:
My book of my journey:
For those who prefer a direct sale you can email or call my publisher
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My team at Crippled Beagle Publishing is honored to represent Samantha Waters and this outstanding book. Friends, she did the research and lived the research—all for you. Her heart is as big as the ocean. Help her spread this message of understanding and hope and family commitment with everyone you know!
Thank you! You’re patience is unyielding! Thank you for everything !