People may ask me why I decided to write this book. The answer is I did not pick this topic, it chose me. Trust me when I say that I was much happier writing fiction that did not hit so close to home.
A few years ago, my world fell apart when my baby daughter passed away. It happened overnight, one night she was kicking and the next morning she was not. She died in the womb, five days before her due date. It took me hours of therapy, a marathon, a very good support system, and this book to somehow find a way to go on.
Obviously, not everyone can run a marathon, afford therapy, or is lucky enough to have people around to help, but a book is easily accessible these days. After receiving positive feedback from my family and my therapist about this novel, the idea that it could help others as it helped me, is what has motivated me to post this instead of locking it up in a drawer with my daughter's belongings.
I hope that whoever reads this conjures the will and energy to find the happy in the sad, to let go of their Nalhak and say goodbye to the Land of Morning. This novel is dedicated to my daughter K and all the little ones who flew away too soon without a word.
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Happisad Memories
General FictionTwo weeks after the death of her baby daughter, a woman in her mid-thirties detaches herself from reality and blames everyone for everything that has happened to her. When a strange cherub-looking creature that calls itself a 'Nalhak' appears and as...
