I have kept journals for as long as I can remember. It has been a form of therapy for me. I never imagined that I would be sharing my deepest, darkest feelings and thoughts with the world. Imagine someone found your diary and posted it online for everyone to see… that’s what I’m doing… voluntarily. I don’t know why, but I had to listen to the universe and trust this process. This is the first of three memoirs, and through my struggles and learnings, I hope maybe someone will feel something… maybe someone will be inspired or find hope.
I wrote this book during lockdown, through tears, and countless drafts and back and forths with my amazing editor. Aran would come into the bedroom to find me curled up in a ball sobbing. It was going back to these places and feeling what it was like to be there.
I have grown and changed so much since writing this book, the process of writing changed me.
Remember. This book is raw, unfiltered, complete and honest truth. It might offend some people, but I can’t help how other people feel. This is me, or at least it was. So … here it is. Fuck it.
“With her sense of self destroyed from a broken heart, a shitty boyfriend, and a side of childhood trauma, Laurel leaves everything behind in her small Canadian hometown—job, car, potential future husband—to find herself again. A few days into her travels through Central America, she experiences the tragic and sudden death of a new friend. As she navigates her grief abroad, her already rocky relationship at home takes a nosedive. Nonetheless, Laurel searches for inner stillness while exploring love, loss, and rebirth, with a few shots of universal wisdom and vodka, as her life takes a turn in the company of complete strangers in an unknown land—a turn she never could have imagined.”
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