It was a Sunday afternoon in August and I had just finished eating a piece of banana bread with coffee to celebrate the $8,000 goal I reached as a part of the pre-launch campaign for my book, Good Enough.
I sat in awe, overwhelmed by all of the love and support I received from others and thought to myself,This is finally happening.My dream is coming true. I’m going to be a published author.
Before continuing my day of celebration, I decided to check the emails I’d abandoned while finishing up the campaign. In it, there was a message from my friend Kyle that read this:
“Idk if ya care anymore but thanks beyond. Best to ya Car.”
Attached to the email was a song calledFollaton Woodsby Ben Howard and I instantly knew my friend was not okay. Moments later, I received a message from…