Hi friends,
Just Breathe is finally complete after 12 years. Yes, twelve. Even saying that feels surreal. To be completely honest, part of me feels like I should be writing another chapter after this post. I’m a little unsure what to do with myself now, even though I have so much planned. First, I’ll be stepping back to edit Just Breathe and fix a few small inconsistencies.
If you’ve been here since the very beginning, thank you. For your patience, your support, and for sticking with me through the many rewrites. I know it probably wasn’t easy to follow such an indecisive author, but it’s finally done.
When I finished the epilogue, I went into my sister’s room and cried. It was relief and sadness all at once. I think part of me didn’t want the story to end because of how deeply connected I am to it. I wrote it as a reflection of my life, maybe five percent literally, but so much of Mikey’s mind came from me.
I was fourteen when I first came up with this story. I’m grateful to let it exist now, to let it rest, and to let it connect with others. I’m happy to be able to let it go at twenty-five and move forward with new stories and new voices.
Thank you all for joining this journey, and I hope you continue to follow me for more.
xoxo, s.r.g