Best Book Award

“Award-Winning Finalist in the Health: Psychology/Mental Health category of the 2020 Best Book Awards sponsored by American Book Fest”

Award winning author. This is an amazing feeling. I have savored it for the past several days. I found out this past Friday. I called my family and friends. My mom cried with pride. I still feel the high from it.

This little book had a lot of love put into it. It also had a lot of apprehension. I was unsure of the book. I didn’t know who else beyond my family and friends would want to read Yes, I Took My Meds.

Through it all, may people said there was something good, special and interesting about my little book. I just never quite saw what they saw. I knew it was good but just not “that” good.

I was so please to be recognized for an award.

I am not one who does well with attention even if I deserve it. Everyone does like recognition but I typically like to keep my deeds in the shadow and let it unfold. It’s not about me it’s about the people I help.

This award is one of the first things, in a long time that I do feel a great pride in. When I published the book, I was in a manic high. I’m stone cold mellow right now. The peak of winning is drawing out some manic buzzing but when I got the news I was a normal level in my brain.

I feel good about my accomplishment, even if the award is not a reputable as others. It’s still recognition of my book. I did something and it matters.

My book will hopefully make a difference to someone. I know writing it made a difference to me.