Unlocking the Truth Behind Memoir Missteps: Why Emotional Insight Is the Missing Key
I’d left anything that made me human unspoken and unwritten.
I didn’t even know what I was afraid of. What would happen to me if I looked at what I’d worked so long to ignore? Would I turn to stone or salt?
If I wasn’t willing to look at my pain, unearth fear I’d stuffed and forgotten, if I couldn’t find a way to tease it all apart, all I had was a chronology of colorful pictures with no rhyme or reason.
It took decades to muster the courage to examine stories I’d told the world—and myself—for what was missing in the retelling, what I was intentionally or subconsciously leaving out. Where had I exaggerated or downplayed to inflate my own self-worth?
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