Author Interviews

Author Interview: Leslie Conzatti

leslieTell us a little bit about yourself – who IS Leslie, what is your life story? Okay, maybe not your whole life story…

So I’m Leslie Conzatti. I live in the Pacific Northwest, and I work full-time as an elementary school paraeducator. If you don’t know what that is, we’re also called “staff assistants”, and we’re the ones who support the teachers in the classroom, lead small groups of students from every grade level in subjects such as math or reading, cover crossing guard duties, and playground/cafeteria supervision. (So yeah, busy days! But I love it!)

As for writing, literature has long been a passion of mine. Before I could read, I was making up stories about the pictures I saw in different novels. Being homeschooled, classic literature was never far from arm’s reach during my whole childhood. We would visit the library regularly, and load up on books–I would challenge myself to read through the entire box as quickly as I could! I started writing stories around the age of eight, getting more serious about it when I was in my teens, and by the time I was in college, I was writing pretty much nonstop.

How long have you been writing? Did you ever have an “a-ha” type of moment where you knew, “Hey, I need to publish this!”?

Well, I guess I already answered this above, but I would say I’ve been writing nonstop pretty much since 2010.

In 2013, I started a blog, “The Upstream Writer”, where I would post my thoughts, reading lists, book reviews, and excerpts or serials of stories I either had already written or was writing fresh for my followers. (Six and a half years, and still going strong!) This was probably the experience that got me comfortable with sharing my work with others, and it was a lot easier than trying to print things out and hand them to friends!

My publication journey didn’t happen like an “a-ha” moment… it just happened. I was in a group of authors on Facebook, and we all kind of knew each other, when, back in 2014, one of the members suggested we produce a group anthology, consisting of “fairy tales with our own unique spin on them.” I was all excited–especially since I had a fanfiction that was at least halfway my own rendition of Disney’s The Little Mermaid. All I had to do for the anthology was take the parts that were the sections of the fairy tale, change the character names from copyrighted ones to original names, fill in the gaps where I had been telling the secondary story for the fanfic, and there we have it! A year into the project, the idea of a self-published anthology fell through, but one of the group members ran his own publishing business and volunteered to take over the publication of it. There were only a few takers left by then, including myself, and a year later, when the deadline arrived, I was the only one who could still submit on time. So rather than publish an anthology, this excellent gentleman ended up publishing my “submission” on its own, and in late 2016, Princess of Undersea was born!

In 2017, I published a short story, “Arthur and The Egg” (a sort of contemporary urban fantasy re-telling of “Jack and the Beanstalk”) in the anthology Dreamtime Dragons. In 2018, another short story, “The Starborn Legacy”, was published in the anthology Drowned In Moonlight, a charity project dedicated to the memory of Carrie Fisher, for which all proceeds would go to benefit the International Bipolar Foundation. Later that year, a third short story, “Heartsong” was published in the anthology Cracks in The Tapestry. This makes Forest of the Fearless the fourth anthology to contain a story written by me, and I don’t intend to stop or slow down anytime soon!

How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?

 

Oh dear… Well, let me put it this way:

On my blog, there is a tab called “The Shelf”, where I wrote up all the unfinished projects and idea starts that I had a premise for, but not the time nor the technical know-how (which would require additional research time) to write at the moment.

There are 21 titles listed on this page. Of that many, 2 are actually “finished.” (but unpublished) So that makes 19 ideas that I’ve either “completed” and they badly need a rewrite, or I started but haven’t yet finished, or I haven’t started at all.

Then there’s the tab called “The ReBible Series.”That was an idea I had back when I was still in college, of writing up different stories from the Bible, like David, Daniel, Joseph, and even Luke, in contemporary settings, maintaining the integrity of the original story while not neglecting to make a genuinely good novel out of it! For example, the story of Ruth is set during the 20’s and 30’s, as Ruth is an African-American chanteuse in Harlem, where she meets the son of a wealthy plantation heiress, marries him, and becomes part of the family. The Depression hits, and the heiress, her white mother-in-law, must return to the family plantation in the Deep South, in order to save it from being repossessed by the bank–so Ruth goes with her and the two women must overcome race and gender barriers to save the one place they can call home. Or Joseph is reimagined as a military fiction novel, where he is the newest recruit in an elite unit tasked with preventing a coup in the Middle East–and instead of being able to interpret dreams, Joseph has a knack for codes and languages. Daniel is a near-future cyberpunk story, with the nations of Israel and then Babylon reimagined as a small business being overtaken by a monstrous corporation, which makes Esther a future continuation of that, even more of a dystopian cyberpunk novel.

So you see, I’ve got solid ideas for at least 10 different novels, all based on Bible stories. So that brings me up to, what, a total of 30 or so? That’s not even counting the short stories I haven’t finished yet… and there are more ideas happening in my head all the time, so it never really ends!

How do you cope with writer’s block?

 

Writer’s block? Is there such a thing? Actually, there is… I very clearly remember experiencing it on at least two occasions. Both times were really similar: I was in the middle of writing a story and things were humming along until I hit a snag in my writing, and I knew what was going to happen later on, I just needed to figure out how to move the story from where it was currently to where I wanted to eventually end up.

Then the voices just stopped. 

Most of the time, when I have a story idea in my head, it’s like a movie playing in the background constantly. I can hear the voices of my characters at any given moment, but it’s when I stop and I really focus on it that I begin to see it visually unfolding in my head. When I had writer’s block, my mind was just silent and empty. It was the creepiest thing ever and I hated it. One time it lasted about two months. But then an epiphany happened and I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I still experience bouts when I just don’t feel like writing. There are still the voices, but the motivation isn’t in my hands to get it all down. In those times I find that I typically start “craving” media that would help me with the issue, whether it’s a book, a movie, or a TV show, and typically after watching a few of those, my brain has sorted what it needs to, and I can resume writing.

There is a quote that I saw somewhere, I forget who said it: “Reading is like breathing in. Writing is like breathing out.” I don’t want to “hold my breath” too much (reading without writing) any more than I want to “hyperventilate” (write too much without reading). My writing usually suffers when I stop reading, anyway, so that’s usually my cue that things are out of balance and I need to take a break from one activity to engage in the other.

Tell us a bit about your story in the Forest of the Fearless anthology?

“Serenity’s Light” follows the story of two characters from two different dimensions.

It starts with Nerissa, a Fae from a magical dimension whose world has been plunged into darkness when evil enchantment causes Serenity–the star that gave them light much like our sun–to vanish from the sky. She travels into the Forgotten Forest to find the answer to the rhyme that has puzzled the Fae for generations–and she finds a part of it, but she must travel to another dimension, one far less permeated by magic, to find where the other pieces have gone. In its fractured form, Serenity has taken the appearance of three magical items: a sword that gives the bearer extraordinary fortitude and strength (which she has), a collar that can restore memories that have been lost as a result of magic, or magically erase existing memories over a certain period of time, and a crown that grants whoever touches it immortality. She enlists the help of another Fae to not only search for the other artifacts, but also watch for the evil forces intent on gathering the power of Serenity for themselves. Through portals from the magic realm, they can access various points throughout the history of this other dimension, known by its inhabitants as “Earth.” While her friend seeks after the dark forces, Nerissa must also locate the one known as “the Lore-Master,” one with vast knowledge of ancient things, who is the only human who can wield all three artifacts and restore Serenity’s Light to its rightful place.

On Earth, a history professor named Kenneth travels to a remote island off the coast of Ireland, in search of his wife, an astrologist who disappeared two days prior. He finds her, at last–but she has no memories of him. Desperate to reunite with her, he learns of an ancient necklace that can restore memories, so he embarks on a quest that places him squarely in more danger than he ever thought possible, against forces that he never dreamed existed, and a destiny he never knew he had.

Who will succeed? Will Kenneth be able to restore his wife’s memory before Nerissa claims all three artifacts and finds the Lore-Master? Or will both of them be outwitted by Time Itself, while the work of evil claims the spoils and rids the Fae world of all light forever?

Without spoilers, what was one of your favorite scenes to write?

That’s a good question! There were a lot of fun scenes to put together–a seventeenth-century Viking and a Wood Sprite having their first experience wearing contemporary street clothes, the scene where an old woman who received a gift and a letter forty years prior finally meets the people it was intended for when they show up (with an unconscious Viking) in her back yard… When an innocent museum curator realizes that these strange packages she received years ago to display at the museum are actually magical artifacts from another dimension… When I was able to work in a “special appearance” of two characters from a completely unrelated flash fiction piece and give them important roles in this story… and most of all, when I was able to take two stories that didn’t seem related at all… and tie them irrevocably together!

Which character do you relate the most to? Are there any real-life people who have inspired characters in either Serenity’s Light or other books?

Hmm, it’s hard to choose! I’m a little bit like Nerissa in that I fight to maintain the ability to see the good in life, to “cling to the light” as it were, even when everything around me is dark, and so many people either have no idea what’s coming, or they are actively working against me. I’m also a little bit like Agnes–I’ve spent a fair chunk of my life thinking that something was going to happen, living each day with the expectation that we’re getting closer to something… But at the same time, I can’t shake the feeling of “what if I get too old and it hasn’t happened yet?”

I relate to Kenneth because of the way he just tries so hard to put everything together, but it seems like with every solution comes a whole new set of problems, and what can he do about it?

I relate to Sarah, who had strange things happen to her with absolutely zero context, and she’s tried to put it off in favor of a normal life–but her life keeps encountering twists that make it anything but normal!

That’s the beauty of writing, I think–a little bit of ourselves goes into each character–all the distinct traits that make us unique!

As for real-life people who have inspired different characters… That only happens to me occasionally. I’ve been known to “headcast” some of my stories. Can’t say whether I did that with “Serenity’s Light”, but sometimes, there are people whose personalities just come out so strong, you can’t help but put them into your story!

What advice would you give an aspiring author, both in the indie community and outside of it?

There are several things that I feel a writer must heed if their stories are going to exist. I’ve written a couple blog posts under the title of “How To Book”, which details how a person who desires to be a writer should approach the craft of writing. For now, though, I’m just going to call out on a couple traits I’ve seen cropping up way to many times recently.

First of all, don’t quit unless you never intended to be a writer in the first place.

Too many times I see “writers” throwing in the towel at the first criticism, at the first inkling that there might be one or two other stories “exactly like mine dear jeebus what do I doooooo???” or even the moment the plot hits the tiniest snarl for like five minutes! If you want this story to exist, it must mean it doesn’t already. If you’re fine with someone else’s story existing instead of yours, then don’t even go there. If you’re not committed enough to seeing this story through all of the bumps and twists and snarls and blocks… Well then, it must not mean all that much to you, so you’re better off without the headache and the heartache!

If this offends you to your core–then don’t ever quit because that means you are a writer and you are going to stick with that story clear to the end because by jingo it needs to exist!

I just had a reader inform me of three tiny typos in a story I’d written (just three! I’m ecstatic!) and also that she didn’t like the way my story jumped around a lot (hazards of time travel, no big deal) and that it felt too rushed and she “hated the ending.” (Well! Slightly less elated…)

Did it hurt? Well, yes, a little.

Did it make me want to give up writing altogether? Heavens NO. I happen to trust that I ended it the way it should have been. I honestly would not have written it any differently, not even for this person. There will be “haters” in every audience, the ones who see fit to criticize just because something doesn’t suit them. That doesn’t make it bad. You want to know what bad writing is? The kind of writing that just sucks all the joy out of your life. The story that makes you feel all icky and nasty when you read it. The one that isn’t edited at all and there are errors on every single page (and considerably more than just three words in over twenty-six thousand), the one that is a blatant verbatim rip-off of an existing book, or the one that just doesn’t make any kind of rational sense at all. If your story fits any of these things, then keep working at it till it doesn’t. If you can look at your own work and say that none of the “qualities” I’ve listed apply–then boo to anybody who tries to tell you otherwise.

Keep writing. That’s the only way you’re ever going to get better and overcome the challenges you’re facing. You might miss eight out of ten hurdles in a race if you try your best, but you’ll definitely miss ten out of ten if you never leave the starting line. So jump those hurdles. Give it all you’ve got–and if that’s not perfect, well then, keep practicing and try again. You’ll get there eventually if you just keep going.

Second of all, Forget perfection–Practice makes progressYou might feel like you’re at the top of your game and you don’t need to listen to any advice ever, or conversely, you might refuse to do things like read other authors in your genre or rewrite a rough draft more than once or twice because you don’t want to get the “wrong ideas.” But honestly, that’s the only way you’re going to get any better is by doing both those things! Some amateur writers make the mistake of thinking that reading the same genre as the book they want to write is going to “pollute my natural voice.” But at the same time, writing is not something they do outside of that one project, so there’s no room for this “voice” to actually mature and develop. There was a book I read once (that was apparently the second book that person had published) that was so bland and really detached from reality that the very responses to peril from the characters felt stiff and unnatural, and not one was relatable or even distinguishable from the rest. Was I surprised to find that this author prided himself for refusing to read books in that genre because he wanted “his voice to be his own”? I was not. It was definitely “his voice” because I couldn’t connect to the story in any way!

Don’t be like this. The truth is that you really should read more if you want to write better, and you should read widely. Don’t exclude any genres, because that way, if you’re really scared of one writer or another’s style seeping in–you’ll be too inundated with multiple styles to actually replicate any one particular one…. and in that cacophony of writing styles and input, your voice will necessarily be a blend of the ones you like the most. And most of all, it will be yours. No joke, I found my voice through writing a bunch of fanfiction and doing my best to imitate the “voice” of the original writers. And I found the confidence to imitate them after reading a bunch of books either by the author, or along the same lines as the stories I wanted to write. So keep practicing, allow yourself to look for ways to improve and get better, and read and write a lot to get better!

What is your favorite fairytale?

I like different fairy tales for different reasons!

I love tales like Cinderella and Beauty and The Beast because they are “ordinary” girls who made the virtuous choice and were rewarded for it.

I love Peter Pan because of the enchantment of Neverland.

I love “The Little Mermaid” because mermaids are my second favorite fairy tale creature. I love any tale that contains dragons because they’re my absolute favorite fantasy creature. (Unicorns are third, by the way.)

What is ONE thing you want your readers to know?

Aww, do I have to pick just one?

Okay, we’ll go with what is quite possibly my favorite quote of all time, and one that regularly inspires my reading. Ironically, it comes from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, a book that tells of a dystopian future where books are banned and even burned on the spot when found, because of the wealth of knowledge they contain, and the free and unfettered thinking they encourage in their readers. (The very idea!)

The quote is this: “Good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones ravage her and leave her for the flies.”

It is my goal and my passion to be a “good writer” and I realized, after this quote had stuck with me for a long while, that the best stories are the ones that touch life often. They’re bursting with relatability and common ground with the reader–any reader–because they stay in very close and intimate contact with real life, while at the same time transcending it and moving beyond the real and into the potential future. It doesn’t matter what genre you’re writing, whether it’s a fantasy in another dimension or a sci-fi on a far and distant planet–the good writers touch life often. Those are the writers worth supporting, the books worth reading. Don’t settle for a mediocre one, and I certainly hope you never come across any books by an author who doesn’t care about real life and real emotions, instead forcing and slapping together and generally making a disaster of a story. Go for the stories that touch your life, and you’ll be a better, smarter, happier person for it!

 

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A Fearless Celebration: Day ???

Hello, lovelies! As you may have  forestofthelostchildrennoticed we had a bit of a pause in our fearless celebration. This is due to yours truly being on what feels like an endless job hunt! No need to fear, though —  I am back and with some exciting news. While I have yet to find an outside-the-home job, there are still many exciting things. But before I dive into that, I want to make good on my promise. See that picture right there? That’s the doodle that started this all–a drawing that I started in attempts to ease my anxiety that led to Forest of the Lost Children, the first release of the Forsaken Series.

Look at Morrigan and Patches? Aren’t they cute? Okay, I know. I know. I’m no artist. I’ll stick to writing!

 

Now that I’ve shown off my piece of art, are you ready?

Ready for what, you might ask.

FOR THIS.

My publisher, BelleMuse Press is hosting their 1ST ANNUAL (VIRTUAL) TEA PARTY. It is also celebrating the release of Forest of the Fearless, so be sure to hop in and join the fun. There will be giveaways, author interviews, games, discounts on literary services, and MORE! So if you’re a bookworm, an author, or just some random bored person who stumbled across my blog, check it out! The event will be running until July 14th!

PS. A little birdy told me that there may be some EXTREME COUPONS available for developmental editing, proofreading, and ghostwriting, so keep your eyes open!

 

Author Interviews, Book Reviews, Giveaways & Sweeps

A Fearless Celebration: Day Two

It’s time to get this (online) party started, my lovelies! Oh, and I mean party — we officially have an event going on via Facebook to celebrate! The event will be a virtual party running for the weekend and includes multiple opportunities to win prizes! And if you have Kindle Unlimited, why not hop onto Amazon and start reading Forest of the Fearless today?! And, hey, if you don’t have Kindle Unlimited — this book is only 99 cents and it features SIX GREAT STORIES. Including one from yours truly.

 

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Speaking of which, ever wonder where authors get their ideas from? It’s different for each writer and each story. This particular story all started from a drawing I randomly did while sitting in the church hallway. I have terrible anxiety and often doodle when I’m at church to keep myself seemingly calm. This particular drawing was of a girl swinging from the moon (you know, like Little Lulu!) and she had a cat next to hear. A friend asked me what the drawing was and so I came up with the story of Morrigan and Patches. The story has continued to grow and with the release of Forest of the Fearless, it seemed like the perfect time to debut my novella — the origins of Morrie and her cat Patches.

It’s a random event but the story has grown close to my heart. So much so that even while I was working on the story and the outlines, I continued to draw and paint these characters. I mean, I’m not artist, but its definitely a motivator! And, I can’t wait to release the first full-length novel later this year. I hope you guys love it!

PS. Who wants to see these drawings & paintings? Let me know in the comments below for an extra 10 entries in the giveaway! 

Speaking of, don’t forget to enter the giveaway @ Forest of the Fearless Giveaway

Book Reviews, Giveaways & Sweeps

A Fearless Celebration: Day One

ForestOfTheFearlessSmallHello, my lovelies! I know I haven’t been super active for a while, and this is part of the reason why! I was working on a novella – a prequel to an upcoming book series The Forsaken Forest – that has been published in an anthology titled Forest of the Fearless. Not only was I working on my own story, but being the owner of BelleMuse Press meant I had to work on the entire publication process. The good news is IT’S DONE! It’s OUT there — the purchase link went LIVE today. And I am so excited! In honor of the release of this absolutely magical anthology, I will be having a 10-day celebration. I’ll be interviewing other authors who took part in the anthology, sharing excerpts, running giveaways, hosting takeovers, youtube updates, and more!

 

So, sit back, grab a snack and enjoy the celebration, ’cause this is gonna be one FEARLESS celebration.

 

To kick things off, please check out our giveaway! We are giving out 5 ebooks of Forest of the Fearless as well as a $5 Amazon gift card! There will also be new entry options every day for the remaining of the raffle period, so be sure to check it daily. Some options you can do more than once for multiple entries.  You can check out the giveaway @ http://bit.ly/fotfgiveaway 

Psst! If you want an extra 5 entries into the giveaway, leave us a comment below telling us who your favorite fairy or Fae is! I personally have a thing for Lucien. 

While you’re entering that giveaway, be sure to check out the book itself! If you have Kindle Unlimited, IT’S FREE! Otherwise, you can get it for 99 cents — but keep in mind, it won’t be 99 cents for long! So grab it while the deal lasts! Grab your copy  @ http://bit.ly/forestanth

Don’t forget to check back tomorrow for more exciting news, interviews, and maybe even a fun little giveaway!

 

 

 

Mental Health

Effexor Story Time: The Drug from Hell

It’s been a while since I wrote a blog. I want to start blogging & vlogging more frequently – but my life has been a hot mess, to say the least. So, story-time!

 

Around October last year, things finally seemed to be falling back into place. I got a new job where I wasn’t going to be on the phones 24/7 with customers yelling at me for things I cannot control (that’s another blog post all of its own! #callcenterlifesucks!) I was struggling with my depression and anxiety – and the overall woes of Borderline Personality Disorder – but I had an appointment with a psychiatrist. Surely, he was going to up my very low-dose of Zoloft and Abilify to a dose that had worked well in the past.

But he didn’t.

Instead, the psychiatrist, knowing my diagnosis and cycling moods stated that he would like to put me on Effexor. I was hesitant, of course. My list of allergies to medications, especially psych and anti-seizure meds is long enough to fill a book, but the doctor assured me this would be a great option. He even laughed at me when I had returned and I told him I was so scared of an allergic reaction that I had a friend hang out with me after I took it.

This doctor KNEW I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder and that during a previous hospitalization it was even suspected that I might have Bipolar as well. He knew I suffered from GERD and have a history of ulcers and upper GI bleeding. He knew I had Lupus and often relied upon Motrin and other pain medications to cope with its symptoms. Nevertheless, he pushed this drug on me, without offering me much information other than, “make sure you take this drug at the same time every day. It’s very important you do that.”

When I picked up the drug, it had big, bold warnings telling me that it can induce episodes of mania and if you have Bipolar, you should make sure it’s definitely OK to be taking it. It also talked about the risk of upper GI bleeding, warning that I should stay away from Motrin and basically every other medication in existence.

The first few weeks, I thought the medication was working great. I had energy. I felt motivated. I could conquer the world! The only problem is, I’d come crashing down fast – what once may cause me to shed a few tears or spend a few hours in bed eating ice cream and listening to sad music, led me to be paralyzed in my bed, shaking, crying, self-harming, and battling suicidal ideations. Things that would lead me to self-harm in the past were things that pushed me straight to suicidal thoughts. Someone ignored me. First thought: I should walk over to Staples and grab a box cutter and slit my wrists. At the time I worked on the 5th floor of a building. During my lunch, I would often sit by the window and look down, wondering what it would be like if I could just jump out. There is a balcony on the 2nd floor that overlooks the 1st floor – obviously not far enough of a jump to kill me, but I thought about jumping a lot. At the same time, I was still cycling with my moods – so much more intensely than before, so much faster. I would be so motivated, so confident and sure of myself. And then I would fall apart.

I ended up hospitalized for suicidal ideation twice since I started Effexor. The last hospitalization, the doctor decided to increase the Effexor. I had an appointment with a new psychiatrist at that time, and when I met with him, I was at a loss. I was feeling this buzzing energy in my skin from the increased dose and I was sad and hopeless and I just couldn’t take it anymore. This new doctor asked me if my moods were cycling more often and what my symptoms are … and we determined that Effexor IS NOT the drug for me. Which should have been a relief, right? I get to stop the drug that has ruined my life in so many ways – my job, my friendships, myself…

 

But Effexor is a hard drug to stop. Most people struggle so much it takes them almost a year (at my dose) to stop. The doctor said at the minimum it would take 6 months. It hasn’t been 6 months, but I’ve lost my ability to function consistently and I begged him to taper me off faster. Even if the withdrawal symptoms were already hellish as is; sweats, chills, fevers, seizures, hypomania, delusions, anxiety, depression, insomnia, fatigue, etc. I am finally at the lowest dose. 37.5 mg immediate release. One more month – hopefully!

 

My days consist of me in bed, taking depression naps and curling in a ball when the delusions and anxiety hit. My thoughts don’t quite feel like my own. I feel out of place. And I am constantly telling myself to remember who I am and acknowledge these fears and symptoms for what they are – and they are NOT me.

I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know the path I need to take right now. Somedays – or let’s be real, some ‘hours’ – I feel great! I think man, I’m really doing good! I am so much better now! But then it hits and I am frozen in bed, filled with a deep and dark sense of dread that is trying to consume my very soul. A loneliness I can’t explain. And the only thing that has carried me through this is prayer and trusting in my Heavenly Father even when my mind tells me he doesn’t exist or he doesn’t care. And trusting a part of myself that is far outside my mind and this human experience – a self that knows this is temporary even when it feels like it isn’t. Consoling myself and loving myself through this, because even when it seems the world has turned its back on me and when I’m in too dark of a place to feel the Spirit, I can still comfort myself. I can still hold myself and pick up the pieces so I can be ready to let God back in. To let others back in.

Mental Health

The Truth About Mental Health

I saw an article on The Mighty recently that spoke of the things people don’t tell you about getting help / being hospitalized. There’s a lot that people don’t talk about when it comes to the recovery and treatment side of mental health. We use hashtags like #staystrong and share positive quotes – and we may even talk about how it okay to not be okay …

 

But not everyone talks about how shitty treatment is. Yes, there are great facilities, doctors, and medications that WILL help – but there’s also a lot of situations where your “treatment” may make you worse.

 

Here are just a few highlights from my oh-so-exciting mental health journey.

 

The County Hospital from Hell (AKA Arrowhead Regional)

The police handcuffed me. I wasn’t even suicidal then – just self-harming, but in California, they don’t have you meet with a crisis worker to see if you’re really suicidal or not. All someone has to do is call 9-1-1 and do a 51/50. Even if I was suicidal, though – actually, especially if I was suicidal – our police need to be trained better in handling this kind of situation.

 

The handcuffs were tight on my wrists and I struggled to get into the back of the officer’s car. The “good” cop gently informed me that there was a little slot I could put my hands into. They talked to me on the ride to the police station, though I can’t really remember what was said. I was then taken to a cell that had a metal bed and toilet and cement floors and locked inside while they looked for open beds at a psychiatric hospital for me.

 

I was scared. I was pregnant and scared. I had never been in a hospital like that. Eventually, the “good” cop took me to the hospital and assured me that it won’t be that bad. It’s not the 70s. They don’t do terrible things at these places anymore. I will be safe. My baby will be safe.

I wanted to believe him.

 

Like most pregnant women at the time, I had to pee A LOT. It was taking the hospital a really long time to admit me so the officer let me out of the handcuffs, assuring the staff that I have been calm and stable, and let me go to the restroom. The staff was livid and after that rushed to admit me.

I was there for over a week. I believe it was 10 days. When I arrived, the first thing they did was prescribe me Haldol, withheld my anti-seizure medication for DAYS, and when I asked if I absolutely had to take the Haldol – crying because I was pregnant and I didn’t want to take anything that might hurt my baby – they said if I refused, they would simply give it to me in a shot. I took the pill.

I don’t remember much after taking the pill. I slept a lot. There was a lot of screaming on this unit – most of it from the staff. I’d get phone calls from my family, but I was too scared to ask to use the phone or even approach the staff. The girl in the room next to me was crying, and I remember the staff telling her to shut up or they’ll give her a shot.

I didn’t cry anymore. I took my Haldol and Ativan that they started each morning with. I asked about my seizure medication because my neurologist wanted me to stay on my Keppra while pregnant because it was less harmful than convulsions to a fetus. I tried to eat but I had such terrible morning sickness, which for me translated to every-time-of-day sickness … so I mostly just slept. I remember going outside with some of the others during their smoke break and being alarmed by how high the walls were. Not that I even intended on trying to escape, but the walls were so high you couldn’t see anything. There were no windows in the rooms on this unit. No color. Nothing.

 

After a few days, I started experiencing a frightening side effect from the Haldol. My neck started twisting – I felt like I was in the Exorcist – and I couldn’t stop it! My muscles were tight and eventually, my neck was twisted completely to the right side of my body and I couldn’t move it back. I was positive this was a type of seizure, as I’ve only experiencing uncontrolled body movements with my epilepsy, and because I thought it was a seizure, I was so scared as to what it was doing to my baby. I asked for my seizure medication again. I was told no again. I asked to speak to my neurologist. I was told no. I was offered a muscle relaxer and with a frightened voice I pleaded, “I rather not take that if I don’t have to.”

 

The next day I was moved to a different unit for the “good” patients. It was there that the new psychiatrist took me off the Haldol immediately, prescribed my seizure medications, and made the Ativan “as needed”. He then decided that Celexa would be a safe drug to take while pregnant. After that, I met with the therapist, who started arguing with me that I had to have a history of sexual abuse because I cut myself. “Only people who have been sexually abused self-harm”. I bit my tongue and kept my mouth shut. Finally, a nice nurse who I still think about often told me that if I want to be released I need to go to the day room more and eat more. I wasn’t eating 75% of my meals. She brought me Powerade from the “outside”, juices, and made sure I got food that I could stomach with my morning sickness.

On my last day, I remember finally being able to get dressed in my clothes that I came in with, and pacing the circular hall, ready to go home and see my OB/GYN at Loma Linda. I was worried about my baby.

 

When I did get the ultrasound the following week, my baby didn’t have a heartbeat.

 

I died inside when the nurse told me, “At least you know you can get pregnant.”

 

But all I could think is how this was my fault.

 

 

The New-Age Therapist & A Letter From God

 

While I was still in California, I was seeing a therapist who had crystals and pagan symbols lining her walls. She told me to carry a teddy bear around so I can hold it when I feel like cutting. (I was 20 at the time). She asked me inappropriate questions about my sex life. And then came the day that she told me to write a letter to myself as if I were God. Now, back then, I wasn’t really struggling with the whole God-must-hate-me thing. Instead of giving me COPING SKILLS that I so desperately needed, she all but forced me to write this letter. After telling her no several times, I finally caved in. She told me to meditate and then write it and really let myself feel that Higher Being.

 

I rolled my eyes to myself, silently praying, “God this is weird.” And wrote what I knew she wanted to hear. She came in about fifteen minutes later and read what I had written. With tears in her eyes, she told me, “This is beautiful! I really believe God spoke to you!”

 

The Creepy Italian Psych Tech

 

At another county unit (aren’t those the best?) I broke my no-crying rule for the 1st time. See, I had been living in Utah for a few years now. I’ve had a few hospitalizations in that time, and I realized that not all hospitals were like the scary place in California. Other hospitals you could refuse medication, you could speak with your treatment team, be taught coping skills, see a normal doctor and get medication for your non-mental health problems, and the list goes on. Oh, sure, you still gotta do a skin check and squat and cough and be treated like a child, but it’s safe. You feel safe.

 

I didn’t feel safe at this hospital.

 

Every time you get admitted, a nurse or tech goes over your belongings. They have a list of what you came into the hospital with. I looked at my list and it wasn’t showing A LOT of what I came in with. I calmly and politely explained this to the creepy old Italian tech and he snapped at me, “Just sign it!”

I broke down crying. I wasn’t sad. I was so mad! And when I thought I couldn’t get any angrier, he reached over, placed his hand on mine, rubbing me with his thumb, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

 

I looked at my hand. Looked at him. Then back at my hand and pulled it away from him. “It’s fine. I’m sorry for crying.” And then I signed the paper and walked away. I felt wrong. I felt scared of him.

 

There was another girl in the unit. She was young and I believe she had schizophrenia. She seemed jumpy around men, but she was fine with us female patients and the female staff. She was having a bad day, though, and a staff member was required to watch her. The creepy guy took on the role and it made her so much worse. Another patient who had a broken leg that was healing – his entire leg started turning blue and black and they refused to get him a doctor as if he was making his leg change colors…

 

For those of us who willingly get admitted, we do so that we may feel safe. But not all hospitals are created equally … and sometimes you can feel worse.

 

The Joys of Medication

 

Celexa was one of the first drugs I was put on to help with my depression. While it did help, I noticed something else stopped working.

… I couldn’t experience an orgasm.

Now, I knew this is a potential side effect of antidepressants, but I didn’t know what to do about it. When I had seen my psychiatrist, he continued the Celexa since it helped with my moods, but how was I – Miss Innocent Sara – going to tell him that I couldn’t enjoy sex anymore? It was hard to even tell my ex that I couldn’t and that it wasn’t his fault, confessing that I had tried myself without any success. I’m pretty sure there was even an episode I had crying to myself because my “vagina is broken!”

Weeks passed and finally, I got up the nerve to be like, “So… like… there’s this thing … when I like … have … you know … sex … with him … that I can’t … well, you know …”

 

“Orgasm?”

 

“YES!”

 

I felt so embarrassed to even bring it up, but the doctor assured me it is an easy “fix” and then we started to play the game of finding the right medication, and as we did so, I began to wonder if the inability to orgasm was so bad after all.

 

Remeron – I slept for 3 days after taking my first pill. I missed my classes and I literally did not remember anything from that week.

Paxil & Prozac – I was so emotionless that I remember telling my ex-husband that I feel nothing, even towards him – that he could cheat on me and I wouldn’t even care. The world could literally end and I’d be chill.

And we pretty much went through the list of drugs, some of which I never even tried for my mental health, because I had already attempted to take them for my seizure disorder and was allergic. We finally settled on Zoloft and Abilify. I don’t remember too many adverse effects from Zoloft and Abilify back then – but that being said I was on so many medications back then… for the seizures, the Lupus, anxiety, etc. I was basically a zombie those days as is.

 

However, having stopped and then started my medication due to insurance issues over the few years, I can say that I have almost passed out while working the cash register at Macy’s because the Zoloft made me so sick that I couldn’t eat for days. Abilify would make my entire neck go numb at night and I’d feel like I’d need to peel it off.

 

And now, here I am on a drug from hell AKA Effexor XR that should have never been prescribed with my cycling moods … being tapered from the said drug with the assistance of Prozac, Ativan, and Seroquel – experiences brain zaps and shivers, seizures, sweats, chills, nausea, vomiting, palpitations, hypomania with oh-so-fun delusions, and so much more.

 

Again, can someone please tell me why this drug is legal in all of the US but marijuana isn’t?

 

 

Coloring Pages & Playing Jenga with a Felon

 

This most recent hospitalization, while not my worst, was definitely not the best I’ve experienced. It was as if they had already decided that the minimum stay for all patients, regardless of their mental state, was 5-6 days. It didn’t matter that I ate all my food, socialized with the other patients, attended all groups and even contributed to the discussions – all that mattered was my insurance was paying them. I knew better than to argue to be released. I know how to “play the game”, which I feel is too often was hospitalization consists of. I know how to “get out”.

 

So I colored every day and taught a man with shaking hands who had spent most of his life in prison how to play Jenga. I was beyond restless and bored. I felt as if I was going to go crazy if they made me stay there any longer.

 

 

 

I share these stories because I know people are often confused or even annoyed when we don’t want to take our medications or go to the hospital if we’re feeling suicidal. In most cases, it’s not that we don’t want help – we do! It’s just that we know sometimes, we won’t get it. You don’t get to pick and choose what hospital you go to. Or what medication does to your body. Or if the therapist your insurance pays for you to see will actually be decent.

 

That being said, I’ve had a lot of great experiences too. I’ve been at hospitals where I felt safe, made friends who I still talk to, learned coping skills, received a diagnosis that explained so much of what I was going through. I’ve had therapists who gave me books to read when I was feeling restless and overwhelmed because they knew I loved books so much. And my current therapist encouraged me to speak about my existential anxiety, which is something I’ve desperately needed to speak to someone … ANYONE … about. I’ve had therapists come play games with us patients when they had some free time, treating us like their peers. I’ve learned that God hears you even when you feel like you are isolated from everything and everyone else. You can feel the spirit even in scary places.

 

I’ve learned that I am strong and I can survive horrible things.

 

I’ve learned that I am not alone.

 

But if I ever seem hesitant to try a new medication or to reach out for help – it’s not that I don’t want to get better.

 

I have every reason to be scared.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author Interviews

Author Interview: Jennifer Laslie

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This past week I had the privilege of interviewing the amazing author Jennifer Laslie. We talked about everything from her writing process, cocky gate, and favorite books. Oh, and guess what? She just so happens to have a new release Mermaid Adrift—and you know how much I love mermaids! (You can grab the book here @ http://books2read.com/mermaidadrift. FROM NOW UNTIL MONDAY – MAY 28TH 2018)  So keep your eyes out for a book review later next week.

 

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I learned a lot from Jennifer during this interview process. One thing that we did not discuss in the interview that I think is pretty darn awesome—she makes dragons! It’s just as cool as it sounds!

 

 

If you want to take a look at these cute dragons, check out her Facebook page @

Devious Scales N Tails 

I hope you guys enjoy this interview as much as I did!

 

What was the first story you wrote? Has it been published or is it sitting in a document or notebook unpublished? 

I wrote small stories for school when I was in grade school, but those aren’t published. They were always fun projects for me, though. You remember those projects. The ones where they gave you the paper with the lines at the bottom for the story and a space at the top to draw a picture to go with it? I still have a few of those in storage. In high school, I started writing poetry. I do have those published under “Pieces of Me”, but my very first full length novel is Persuading Tomorrow.

Is that when you knew you wanted to be a writer or when did that moment of knowledge hit you? How did you feel?
I started out in the blogger community as an avid reader (which I still am). My older son experienced bullying in school and went through severe depression and anxiety. It was hitting this low with him that I realized I wanted to put that feeling into words. Between author friends of mine pushing me to write and the story burning in the back of my brain, Persuading Tomorrow was born. I published it back in 2014. I’ve been struggling to write the second book to it. I’m still trying to figure out exactly how I want the story to progress. I want to include other books about the minor characters in the first book as well and encompass stories of teenagers facing other adversities like bullying such as sexuality or abuse.

What would you describe your writing process as? 

I started out as a “pantster” meaning I literally had an idea in my head and just sat down and let the words flow. I’m slowly trying to learn to outline so I can write faster. It’s a process, but I’m at least doing vague outlining so I can make sure the story flows better.

What is something you want your readers to know? 

This may take a while… haha! I’ll just jot down a few things though. I work full time, but I’m trying my best to get the words on the page in my spare time. I live in Louisville, KY with my husband, two kids, mother in law, four dogs, and ten cats. Yes, you read that right. It’s not a typo. We have LOTS of animals.

 

There’s a new reader browsing Amazon and they’re looking at your books—which book do you want them to read first? What would you say to them?

That’s a tough decision. Dystopian is both my favorite genre to read and write. I’d probably point them to Untreatable. If they weren’t into Dystopian, I still have a wide range of stories up, some free in anthologies. That way you can give my reading a test drive!

OK this is a totally unfair question, so I am going to let you list 10. What are your favorite books?

This is still a trick question, because who can list only ten? I’ll do my best. And it goes without saying that I may only list ONE book from each other, but I love anything they write!

1) My all time favorite author is Jacqueline Carey, so Kushiel’s Dart is #1 on that list.

From there, in no particular order.
2) Delirium by Lauren Oliver.
3) Evermore by Alyson Noel.
4) Matched by Aly Condie.
5) Divergent by Veronica Roth.
6) Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. (Yes, I love Twilight!)
7) Switched by Amanda Hocking.
8) Shadow Touched by Heather Marie Adkins. (She’s also my BFF and I’ve learned so much from her about writing!)
9) Iron King by Julie Kagawa. (I’ve met her in real life when she taught a dragon making class in Oldham County!)
10) Falling into You by Jasinda Wilder. (This book made me ugly cry!)

What is the last book you read and your thoughts on it?

I just finished The Labyrinth Queen by Tansey Morgan. It’s the start of reverse harem series. I loved the cover and I’ve never read a RH book before. The writing was spectacular, but the book only slightly touched on the RH storyline. I’m in the midst of wanting to learn the reverse harem story lines because an author friend of mine suggested we co-write one together.

Have you ever had a moment when writing and in your mind, you’re just like wow—I wrote that! What scene (without spoilers, of course) or book was that for you?

My first wow moment was the prologue in Persuading Tomorrow, because it’s deep, really deep. She’s at rock bottom and trying to muster up the courage to commit suicide, end it all, and make the pain go away. It was both a wow moment and an ugly cry for me. I hope you’ll never know the fear of wondering if your child would ever do something like that.

What advice would you give to aspiring authors?

Find your tribe. Find people you connect with in the author community and let them help build you up. Learn from them, ask them questions, and get all of your ducks in a row before you publish that first book. If I knew then what I know now, it would have made the process so much easier. I have my tribe now. They lift me up on the days that I doubt myself. It also makes me feel good to be a part of a group that I can give back to by sharing and promoting their works as well.

What are your thoughts on the #cockygate drama? Do you think authors should be able to trademark a word?

I think if authors were able to trademark any word that the publishing world would become a scary place. It would get the point where new authors wouldn’t be able to write anything. We’re supposed to be helping each other, not hindering.

How do you feel about the issues with Amazon and reviews getting removed? Do you think that reviews should be monitored in such a way?

There’s a fine line here. On one side, I don’t think people should be able to straight up pay a person to put a good review up for their book (especially if they never read it), but there should be some monitoring done. It seems things have gone to the extreme. The Zon holds all the power and never likes to deal out any of the answers. I think special consideration should be given to those people who are bloggers who have been stripped of their reviews. Maybe if Amazon could give them a chance to prove they’re a legitimate blogger and provide website lines and such.

Has any of the restrictions that websites such as Amazon/etc affected you?

Fortunately, no. I started out writing YA and I’m not in KU. I’m branching out into PNR though, and I’m not going to lie, the thought is scary. What if I have the wrong words in my book and Amazon considers it too racy and they take it down?

What is the hardest thing you’ve had to face as an author? Have you ever suffered writers block? If you ever got a bad review, how did you cope with it?

All of the above? I have days where the creative juices just refuse to flow and other days where I have so many ideas, but I’m stuck at the day job. I’ve gotten those one star reviews and they hurt, but I’ve learned to move on. I don’t go on Amazon or Goodreads as often as I used to, which has helped, but sometimes it’s the great reviews that keep me going!

What is something you’re passionate about? 

There’s a reason I have ten cats in my house. We’re passionate about animal rescue. We’ve fostered before and it’s one of the reasons we have so many. I used to host the Louisville Authors Event and the last year I did it was 2017. We did a ton of raffle baskets and all proceeds from that and whatever funds I had left over went to Operation Catsnip to help them to continue to rescue cats, neuter/spay them, and keep them fed until they can find their forever homes.

I’m also passionate about charities such as free2luv.org who are trying to put a stop to bullying. I’ve donated proceeds from my book sales before for them.

 

I hope you guys enjoyed this interview. Go ahead and give Jennifer’s website a visit and be sure to follow her on Facebook & Twitter!

Websiteauthorjlaslie.com
Facebookfacebook.com/authorjlaslie
Twittertwitter.com/authorjlaslie

 

 

Are there any other authors you want to here from? Let me know in the comments below!

 

Mental Health

I’m Starting a YouTube Channel // Mental Health Rant

And yes, I have NO idea what I am doing – obviously. However, I have every intention on learning. I will be taking tutorials for editing videos and practice being better on camera. I’ve been toying this this idea for quite a few years now. While it may be rough and a poor video overall, I hope you guys appreciate the raw, real side of me.

IMG_1586A few weeks ago I had recorded myself dealing with an anxiety attack. It’s a side of me most people don’t get to see. I tend to hide away in my room or the bathroom when my anxiety is getting the best of me. I may text or talk to people — but they don’t see me fall apart. I hate it when people see that, but I realize although it is a fear of mine, that is a part of me that I shouldn’t have to hide. No one should have to hide their mental health. I feel like one of the biggest issues is we hide everything so much, because people judge it and our behaviors. It makes use feel even worse. Hiding yourself is NEVER a good feeling.

So this is it. This is me, and I am vowing to be even more open than I ever was before about my mental health. I’ll continue to talk about books and review products and such, but I also want to share this part of me, because I know many others feel the same way… and it’s good to know you’re not alone.

Book Reviews

RISING STAR by Sarah B. Elisabeth

risinstarIf you’re looking for an in-depth read that will get you thinking about life and your role in it, well, this book is for you. The thing that I loved most about this book is that it was never harshly judgmental towards any particular faith – in fact it quoted many denominations, including my own (Mormon/LDS). It’s a bit hard to explain this book in its entirety, but if you’re wondering where we come from, our purpose here, and how to enhance our lives – this has some pretty in-depth answers. I was hesitant, at first, when reading this book because I thought it may conflict too deeply with my own personal beliefs. Instead, it complimented them well.

For those who know me, I have a bit of a fear/obsession/interest in the Simulation Theory, which states that our surroundings are simply simulated. This is something I’ve often wondered and feared, because in my mind, it meant that only I was real. It’s my biggest fear — more than death! It is such a terrifying idea, because I cared so much and love others so deeply, it would break my heart if they weren’t real. Yet this book took my fear and connected it to my beliefs in a beautiful way. It helped me in various areas of my life.

This book is within the league of The Four Agreements. It has certain ancient wisdom within it that can help you in your day to day lives – and eternal life goals. It is so much more than a self-help book! It has answers and steps that’ll help you in ways that I didn’t originally expect. Most of these books I’ve read have been cheesy or just not something I could relate to – this book is different. So check it out. Link is below!

 

I give this book a 5 out of 5 stars. 

 

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