On January 22, 2020, my heart stopped three times. I was dead for many minutes at a time while medical staff worked hard to revive me. I was brought back and sustained with two stents.
Anyone that knows me personally, is a friend of a friend, or a reader of People.com knows about my heart event. I have dedicated some of my recovery to recording my journey on a You Tube channel.
Now, I am using my skills as a writer to tell my story in a “deep dive” novel. My candor comes at a cost. Although it is a labor of love for mankind, it is reliving the trauma of an event that is nothing more than a miracle.
I am not the example of a dedicated author. I can’t regale stories of writing for hours on end and having a catalogue of titles that I have completed. My life as a writer has always been outweighed by my loved ones and my health.
Working on this story is supposed to be cathartic and put me in a better place emotionally and mentally. I look for the day that it does, but it isn’t going to come before I finish my tale of faith, love, and perseverance.
Every time I turn on my tablet and begin to write, I travel back in time to the darkest place in my life. I bring life to memories that most people try to forget.
I don’t write this blog to toot my own horn. That is not me. I am taking a break from my soft spoken disposition to give shape to the ghost of my heart event. It is more important for me to be of service, share my experience with others, so others and their loved ones may be able to avoid having a similar experience.
Sometimes gifts that cost nothing have more value. My goal is that the truth in this book will save lives. I can’t bring myself to ask for anything more than prayers.
Thank you and God bless!!!
Monique Hall, a.k.a. M. A. Marrissette, Author 