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Molly Fiore, OPTING IN! Best Seller - and First Place Winner in memoirs.
"After two years of blood, sweat, and tears creating my first manuscript, my advice to anyone embarking on this journey would be to hire Charol Messenger! I have heard that Michelangelo created David by taking a raw slab of marble and simply chipping away what wasn't David. This is what Charol did for my first book. She found my voice and chipped away the rest. What was left was amazing. My expectations were far exceeded and I am beyond thrilled with what we created together. She will be the first person I call when I finish my next book!" (improved book title, wrote jacket copy)
ORIGINAL
Chapter One
Hitting Rock Bottom
I need to do one of two things. I need to check myself into a mental facility, rehab, or some other 24 hour living facility. I am so lost and so far down the rabbit hole I don’t even know where to go. I am staring at the blank Google page and I cannot for the life of me figure out what to search for. “I have hit rock bottom and live in Edwards, Colorado please help me,” is not quite bringing back the search results I am looking for. That is option one. Option two, give up and kill myself. It does sound desperate. I am desperate. I do want to give up.
How did I get here? How I have become so unhappy that I feel like giving up on my life is the only answer? I have a great family; I have a husband who loves me, and a job that I am proud of. A good life. A good life that does not seem, feel, sound, or resonate at all with me. I cannot say this is not a life I want, because that would require knowing what I do want. I so do not know. I cannot even articulate what I do want. I want something else. I want to feel something else. It all seems so impossible. How do I get myself out of this mess?
DEVELOPED
Chapter 1
Rock Bottom
“Rock bottom is good solid ground, and a dead end street is just a place to turn around.” − Buddy Buie and J.R. Cobb
I was staring at the blank Google page and, for the life of me, I could not figure out what to write in the search box. I have hit rock bottom, please help me, was not bringing the results I was searching for. I felt so far down the rabbit hole that I knew I needed to check myself in somewhere: a mental hospital, rehab, or some other 24-hour living facility.
Option two: Give up. Opt out. Kill myself.
Even to me, that sounded desperate. But I was desperate.
How did I get here? I wondered vaguely. How did I become so unhappy?
I had a husband who loved me and a job I was proud to be part of. I had what is called a good life—yet it did not resonate with me at all.
I couldn’t say this was not the life I wanted. That would require knowing what I did want. But I didn’t know. I couldn’t even articulate it. I only knew that I needed something else—to feel something else.
This was so impossible! How could I get myself out of this?