Coming Soon and What Next?

My next book, “One of Us Died, the Other Went to Hell: a Young Widower’s Raw and Honest Account of Early Grief” will be coming out soon. The manuscript is finished and it’s progressing through the steps to publication. It’ll only be a matter of weeks from now before it’ll be available. So once that process is done, what comes next?

I’ve already been asked a few times if I have another book lined up or if I’m working on anything. The answer right now is no. For a widower who’s just over 400 days into this journey, I think I’ve shared just about all that I can up to this point. I’ve said pretty much all that I have to say. After all, I’ve written two books in a year following my wife’s passing. I can continue my usual online posts and resonate with others who have been introduced to this hell, but to write another book right now just feels like putting a broken record in print. To put it bluntly, it was only a year ago today that I attempted to follow my wife into the void.

For me to continue, I believe it will take some time before I can gain enough useful or valuable perspective. I can only speak about the hellfire of grief that still burns me currently. I’m still living in survival mode. Until I can truly learn to transition from just surviving to living again, there’s only so much I have left to offer my fellow bereaved.

If that day comes, then I believe it will be time for me to write again. I do believe I can offer enough perspective for those who are severely impacted by loss and help them to pull through, too. Losing someone we’re close with is hell for everybody, but everyone is impacted differently. For example, one person might just be heartbroken, and another might also be on the streets after losing their person.

I must endure time to strengthen my helping hands to those in the worst of it to hold out hope.

In other words, I do have at least a basis for my next potential project, but it will take much more time down this path before I can even start on it. I may have been widowed a little more than a year ago, but the wounds are still quite fresh, the hellfire is still white hot, and I have a long way to go.

Until then, I hope my works can be of help to those in the thick of loss or struggling with suicide. The only warmth I’ve felt in my heart has come from those who have reached out to me in appreciation of what I’ve shared and how it impacted them. If my pain can spare another from ending up in my shoes or bring some comfort to another who’s been forced to wear them, that’s all that matters to me.