About the book, taken from the introduction:
This is a book about unraveling the layers of our lives and exploring what we find in order to better understand ourselves, our relationships, and our path. Sometimes it seems easier to go through life holding everything in, wrapped up, breath held, eyes forward, but life will always rub up against us—that’s how the pearls are formed. So unraveling is not a bad thing in this context. It’s not coming undone or losing control. It’s letting go in the best possible way, untangling the knots that hold you back, unwrapping the gifts you’ve hidden for too long, unearthing the potential that’s always been there, finally ditching the labels and should-haves, and letting yourself be what you were always meant to be. That’s what I did and what I continue to do to this day. Living mindfully, appreciating what I have, learning to let go of what I no longer need, and practicing kindness as often as I can—especially toward myself. Every layer I unraveled during my recovery taught me something new, and this book explores each layer in turn: how grief reshaped my life, how I found new meaning in the world around me, how I reconnected to my creativity, how I began to understand my past, and how I faced down my own reflection to try to accept the body I live in. Unraveling also helped me learn to appreciate my own company and nurture my important relationships. It is how I found my place in the world and the work I feel compelled to share.
So this is a guidebook of sorts, a collection of my thoughts and theories, illustrated with my beloved Polaroids. At the end of each chapter is a Reflection—a small creative exercise to help you think about the ideas and stories presented in the book. I hope these pages let you see that you are not alone, that your struggles are my struggles too. I don’t have the answers—I’m not sure if anyone really has the answers—but I do have a hell of a lot of questions and perhaps you do too. Some days I wake up and realize that I know absolutely nothing and that my birth certificate must be wrong because I am, in fact, still a child. But I know more than I did at twenty-one and I know more than I did last year. By the time these words are published I will know even more still; but for now, I’m going to record what I know today. As life is one long tangle of todays, this plan should work just fine. I don’t worry too much about tomorrow anymore. All we have is today.
This I know for sure.
Today sees the start of my small-but-perfectly-formed book blog tour!
Monday 4th — Poppytalk
Friday 8th — Kind Over Matter