Symbolizing a Journey ─ Learning Lessons ─ Letting Go ─ and Gaining Insight . . . tools that lead to relationships.
Relationships are formed with people, alcohol, animals, battlefields, diseases, drugs, environments, and even our emotions. Whether toxic or nontoxic they’re an integral part of daily living.
Follow Author Nina Norstrom through the journey as she peels off those toxic relationships. The story takes you through the experiences of grief, pain, trauma, and forgiveness. The story weaves lies with love, betrayal with deception and drama with murder.
As the shoe prints are molded in and out of a variety of unhealthy relationships, they’ll leave behind a blazing trail of lessons. Teaching an ultimate lesson for the meaning of relationships, that builds honesty and compassion.
The story in its raw image projects a remarkable voice to the heroic fight and bravery gained when striking back to wipe out the toxicity of deadly relationships. Through its reading, you will discover the importance that life brings many challenges, and that each challenge provides lessons to be learned.
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Preorders are available for April 5, 2016
DETAILS ABOUT THE JOURNEY
Why is the topic so important?
What we do in our everyday experiences brings about important life lessons. We’re living inside the topic each day we inhale anew breathe. In These days and times, toxicity has settled in the environment. Just think about it: every day we wake up we’re on the battlefield fighting a war. And just feeling where there’s: good against evil; sons against fathers; daughters against mothers; nations against nations; drugs against diseases; and the list goes on and on.
For a decade and a half, Norstrom experienced a mass of tainted relationships . . . becoming incarcerated by the chains of toxicity. In the artistic world, her literary creations demonstrate a measure of personal growth that magnifies those hurdles conquered, from darkness to survival.
While growing and blossoming, she has maintained a healthier lifestyle . . . staying free of the drama life brings. Through her experiences, Norstrom has encountered a complete metamorphosis ─ releasing one identity for another. Living inside this transitional lifestyle she states, “I see myself as that long blooming, rich flower waiting to attract those butterflies. It is there, I’ve come full circle!”
Many of us have taken that unspoken journey . . . Yet, we’ll dare not expose where we’ve come from or where we’ve been. Understandably so, no one wants to admit that their #tainted and damaging lifestyle had gotten the best of them. One thing for sure there is love in sharing . . . sharing is caring. It can be so beautiful when we care about others as we do ourselves, enough to want to break through that wall of silence, trapping us inside that darken world.
Believe me when I walked that trail, it was so dark all I’d seen was darkness. Not even a smidgen of daylight passed through my narrow path. There was a time I can remember drowning my sorrows in a bottle of booze and wanting to wash away all the hurt and tragedy that life had bestowed upon my family.
Drifting back to those memories it was there . . . where I often sat back to embrace the words of Mariah’s beautiful melody, “I Don’t Wanna Cry.”
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Not a Blueprint: It's the Shoe Prints That Matter
That night, I drove the long way home. I was consumed by an empty feeling. I didn’t care if it was the wee hours; I needed to talk to someone, to anyone. It was deeper than my heart could bear. But I didn’t call anyone. I decided to drown my sorrows. When I got home, I had a strong urge to listen to my favorite song by Mariah Carey, “I Don’tWanna Cry.” The melody ofMariah’s high-octave vocals embraced my pain and sorrow perfectly somehow. I drowned my emotions in a bottle of booze — E & J Cognac, straight. I got lost in the emptiness inside myself. I almost lost her. I kept drinking anyway. Could I have sunk any lower? But the booze didn’t lessen the pain. It had truly been one of the worst moments in my life. I loved her so, but felt her drifting. There was this huge void. It felt as though I wanted to give up, just keel over and die before she was gone. It had become so darn hard to live my life. We parents are . . . .