The jacket copy for my book
Franny's mind is contrived of supernatural wonder. She ventures in and out of the ordinary world, burdened with a diagnosis that betrays her communal character. Medication is her only 'coping mechanism.' But in February of 2018, tolerance takes its toll, and she's seeing things. Hearing things. Sensory overload marbles her consciousness, and it has her MAD. Compulsion rears its ugly head, and she's unstoppable. Rather than providing the support she needed, her tiny network of family and friends... well, became tinier.
What does she do when she's hit with 1000 challenges all at once? She asks for a divorce, quits her job, and then collapses helplessly onto the pavement awaiting a Mack truck--expecting to gate the thrills of Hell. Despite her efforts, a cruiser picks her up, and instead, she is compelled to a psychiatric center.
From just about six feet under, she crawls deranged and hostile into another hole. And then another. And then another without a soul to stop her.
At her 'rock bottom,' you wouldn't think she'd fall any longer, but she falls farther again, into love with a simple man, Paul. His presence draws Franny in with tangible safety. He has the drawl of a respectable cowboy, and he's endearing to a fault. Slowly but surely, she climbs gingerly up and out of the holes, and with the support of Paul, she buries them with an affinity for life again.