"Healing doesn’t come with an apology. Neither do I."

I'm going to be real with you.
This wasn’t supposed to be a book.

The Shape of Healing started in the middle of the night, I thought it might break me.
It’s made of the pieces I used to be ashamed of — the anger, the grief, the stubborn, battered hope that refused to die.

I didn’t write these poems thinking anyone would ever read them.
I wrote them because I had to.
Because sometimes survival looks like scribbling half-coherent truths into a notebook and daring to believe they might matter someday.

Now it’s "someday."
And I'm not asking for permission.

I’m self-publishing The Shape of Healing because I’m done waiting for someone else to decide if my story deserves a place in the world.
It does.
So does yours.

Here’s a piece of it — stripped down, no apologies:

“It doesn’t quit.
It doesn’t apologize.
It doesn’t even take a nap.

But neither do I.”

The official release is coming soon.
I’m terrified. I’m proud. I’m doing it anyway.

Thanks for standing in the fire with me.
We’re not alone in this.

Always,
Amy