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Why I Took My Book Down—and Why I Put It Back UpWhy I Took My Book Down—and Why I Put It Back Up

In October, I did something I never imagined I would do.


I published my book.


And then… I unpublished it.


Not because it wasn’t finished.

Not because it wasn’t real.

But because fear got louder than my belief in myself.


After hitting “publish,” I let doubt creep in. I reread chapters through a harsher lens. I started questioning scenes I once loved. I convinced myself it wasn’t good enough. That maybe I’d rushed it. That maybe I should wait until I was “better,” “more healed,” or “more confident.”


Perfectionism disguised itself as responsibility.

Self-sabotage disguised itself as caution.


And I let it win.


Taking the book down wasn’t about the story. It was about me. About old habits of shrinking when things get real. About being afraid to be seen. About believing that if something wasn’t flawless, it didn’t deserve space in the world.


But here’s the truth I had to sit with:

Growth doesn’t happen in hiding.


So as the new year approached, I made a decision—not just as an author, but as a person.


I chose courage over comfort.

Progress over perfection.

Faith over fear.


I republished the book not because it suddenly became perfect, but because I stopped requiring perfection in order to move forward. The story deserved to live. And so did my voice.


I’m still working on myself. I’m still learning. I’m still healing. But I’m also showing up—imperfect, honest, and committed to growth. This journey has reminded me that fear doesn’t mean stop. Sometimes it means you’re standing right at the edge of something meaningful.


And the best part?


I’m already deep into work on the second book.


This series means more to me than I can fully put into words. It’s layered with love, healing, pain, friendship, and redemption—and I can’t wait to continue sharing it with you. Thank you for the patience, the support, and the grace you’ve shown me, even when I struggled to show it to myself.


Here’s to new chapters—on the page and in life.

Here’s to choosing courage.

And here’s to everything still to come. 💛

 
 
 

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