A thousand thanks to everyone who has bought a copy of my book.
My goal in March is to do in-person book talks in the New York City area. Stay tuned on my speaking engagements page to find out the dates and times and locations.
I’m in contact with my Uncle who served in Iwo Jima in World War II. He commented that in my book I “reminded all of us of our humanity.”
My Uncle enlisted. No draft existed. He risked his life to do what he believed was right: serve our great country in a time of war.
I think of my Uncle now. I wrote to him that we did not suffer in vain: he and I lived to tell our stories to benefit others. I told him I’m willing to risk the stigma.
The cost of untreated mental illness in America is estimated to be upwards of $100 Billion. The loss of human capital is greater.
Sometimes the cost of telling your story is a price you must be willing to pay because of the benefit to others.
My Uncle sends me essays he wrote about his involvement in the war. He was a Marine. “Once a Marine, always a Marine.”
Mary Oliver is often quoted from her famous poem:
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
What do you plan to do? If you have a story, tell it. If you have a cake to make, bake it.
I plan to go to my grave advancing the agenda that getting the right treatment right away results in a better outcome.
Our lives are wild and precious.
We are each of us here for a purpose in this lifetime.
“Tell me, what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”