I hit a milestone this month: more than 1,000 copies of my self-published eBook memoir have been sold (1,045, to be exact, as of this writing).
To me, that number feels like 1,000,000.
I didn’t think anyone would read it except my family and a few friends with whom I shared it. I remember when sales hit 100, I thought that was amazing. The idea that I could potentially help 100 people by sharing my own story? I cried with happiness.
And now, that number is 1,000. A thousand people whose lives I may have touched in some small way: people who are certainly as brave, or braver, than I am. People who have suffered and who continue to suffer from the effects of trauma. And maybe some people who are still trying to find a way out of an abusive relationship.
I don’t consider myself a success story just yet. While I have benefited tremendously from the hard work I did in trauma therapy and continue to find ways to make my life better, I’m not where I want to be. When I reach that point of feeling like I’m “there,” I’ll write a new edition of the book with a lengthy addendum.
For now, I’m going to appreciate the gift I’ve been given, which is knowing that I’ve helped someone who really needed to know she’s not alone. Maybe I’ve helped a thousand of those “someones.”