There have been times when I have considered going and pulling the book. Times I've had second thoughts about putting it all out there like this. People have asked me "are you SURE you want to publish that? are you SURE you want people to know what happened?" and then I have my doubts. Maybe I should have held off publishing the book. Maybe I should have not included my full name. Maybe I should delete it all and hope that people don't notice it's gone. Then I get an email. Then another. And yet another. Emails from people telling me how me telling my story has inspired them to find their voice. Emails that begin with "I've never told anybody this, but....". Emails that make me realize that despite the discomfort I may be feeling about releasing such a personal story, it is helping. It is helping people to realize they aren't alone. It is helping steer them towards healing. It is helping them to be understood. And that is why I wrote it. And that is why I take a deep breath and move away from the delete button.