STILL IN PIECES

 I didn’t write this book because I have all the answers. I wrote it because I know what it feels like to live without them.

There were seasons of my life where I moved through days pretending everything was okay — while slowly unraveling inside. Smiling in public, crying in secret. Functioning well enough to keep people from asking questions, but not really living. Not really whole.

Some of the pain I carried wasn’t even mine — it was inherited. Passed down from generations who were never taught how to process, grieve, or name their wounds. Some of it I picked up along the way: from relationships, disappointments, betrayals, and years of believing that if I just kept going, it would all somehow fix itself.

But pain doesn’t fix itself.

It compounds.

It leaks.

And eventually, it spills into everything — love, work, identity, faith, and the way we show up for ourselves and others.

I watched it happen — not just in my own life, but in the lives of people I loved. Brilliant, talented, kind souls who never learned how to sit with their pain long enough to heal it. So they buried it. Distracted themselves. Lied to themselves. And paid for it with broken relationships, cycles of self-sabotage, and a slow erosion of their sense of self.

This book is not a therapy manual. I’m not here to tell you what to do with your wounds. But I am here to help you see them. To stop pretending they don't matter. To understand the cost of leaving them unattended.

Still in Pieces is written for anyone who’s tired of carrying what was never meant to be carried forever. It’s a book I wish I had when I felt like I was the only one quietly falling apart.

If this reaches even one person who’s been holding their pain in silence, then it’s done its job.

This isn’t the whole story.

But it could be the part where you stop pretending, and start becoming.

— DEBOLA PRAISE AINA

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