Six months ago, my little bookish baby was released into the world. So now, in true Michelle form, it’s time to ramble, and it’s time to get all emotional.
(Spoiler: I originally vlogged this post. And then I couldn’t stop crying. So I decided that this was clearly meant for written words.)
I wrote PLAY ON about one year after I began treatment for my depression. The idea for the story had been brewing for a long time, and now, I was finally ready to write it. The draft was complete within a month. I signed with my agent and editor within six months of beginning that draft.
Needless to say, I was on Cloud 9.
But as much as I loved the original version of my little book, my editor saw it not only for what it was, but for what it could be. And together, we tore those pages apart. The new pages? That’s where the real story appeared.
And that’s where I learned so, so much about myself.
Through Austin, I learned that we don’t always need to chase moments—we need to live in this moment.
I learned about love and bravery through Brett and Jay, two guys who
tried to completely steal the show.
And Marisa. That girl. She taught me that depression is not my defining factor. That yes, you can have depression, and yes, you can also live and love and burst with love for others.
The boys on that team…they taught me that family is what you make it. That family doesn’t end with blood. And that we should always, always have each other’s backs.
To everyone who has read PLAY ON, to everyone who has emailed or tweeted or reviewed…thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Depression does not define you. Your past does not define you. You define you. Your heart, and your spirit, and your soul: That’s who you are.
This year has been hard. It’s been really, really hard. But you guys? YOU have gotten me through it. And for that, I’ll be forever grateful.