by Derra Nicole Sabo
Dear You is a lovely invitation into Derra Nicole Sabo’s world.
A wonderful opportunity borne out of a complex and challenging experience, to recall the good times with loved ones, the chance to express the rarely spoken profound specifics of what binds friends and family together.
Derra Sabo shares a bit of her world with you in this delightful memoir filled with “letters” to family and friends. Overcoming challenges by simply living life; Derra shares her experiences here in hopes of helping the reader gain an appreciation for life as it happens.
This is a heart-warming collection of letters to loved ones that explores the wonder, frailty and extraordinary qualities of friendship, family, love and life.
Ok…ready? I’m going to jump almost 30 years into the future, well it would be the future for you since we don’t
know one another yet. So wait, hold up, I guess I’m starting you off in my present… Yep, we’ll go with that.
Less confusion. I’m beginning you at my present and we shall travel back together through the madness. Sounds
Three months before the big day (aka turning 30), I wrote several letters to my family and friends reminiscing down memory lane. Each one kissed with personal touches of memorable moments, lessons impressed into myself and lessons that I hope I impressed into their hearts. Confessions released (I figured it’s safe to release some evidence due to the statute of limitation now being up), laughter turned into spontaneous smiling and tears stubbornly shed. All these snippets of my life and mind locked away in a long white paper rectangle labeled “My last kiss goodnight”.
Now I’m assuming that after reading this you have a possible conclusion swimming around your brain and if
that conclusion is that I wrote out letters to my family along with my “last wishes” then you’d be right. A
moment of my heart palpitating led my white knuckled hands to make sure that my loved ones were prepared
just in case the Grim Reaper and I decided to throw an afterlife party.
So here I am sharing a few shining pieces of these letters about the people that protect my stitched scars.
Embrace its honesty and pass on its contagiousness.
As someone with anxiety, writing is my way of speaking. When my verbal skills fail, my pen excels. I have always had something to say to the world and to the humans residing in it, I just could never get my mind and mouth to be on the same level. So, I picked up a pen and haven’t looked back. I have a message for you. A message for my family, my friends and to all the beating hearts. Dear You is a letter personally written, from me to you.
What was the inspiration behind your book?
So, there are a couple of answers as to how Dear You was created. Firstly, my life is the perfect combination of storms and silver linings, however, during those storms a sense of solitude seems to always creep in. We feel as though we must fight these storms solo, that no other human out there in this big bad world could ever understand what we’re going through or how we’re feeling. This being far from the truth. I felt this need to share my life, my storms with the world in hopes of helping, in hopes of shedding a bright bulb on the fact that we are more connected than we think. The second reasoning behind Dear You is something I have not shared until now. After finding out just how sick I was four and a half years ago, I was ready to leave this world. Death and I have played Cat and Mouse my entire life, each time making my escape. Figuring that round five was now the end, I was ready to cave and accept that I now needed to give my final kiss goodbye. Ever heard of a PAS? Those of us with a terminal disorder have this option of a Physicians Assisted Suicide. I know that this raises red flags and probably stirs up a discomfort in the pit of your stomach, however when you have been endlessly fighting for your life for almost 30 years, exhaustion is a permanent state of mind. I was ready to die and Dear You was actually my goodbye letter to my family, my best friend and to the world. While writing this story, my fight was somehow rejuvenated in a supercharged way. It’s crazy, every time I feel like my fight is empty, something refills it keeping me alive. Some force in this universe keeps my lungs breathing, my heart beating and my mind thundering. I have no idea what that force is, but I’m good with that. Honestly, I’m addicted to the unknown of life.
Any future books on the way?
Yes, I’m actually working on three books at the moment, as crazy as this is. The next book I plan on releasing is a collection of thoughts and experience, the good the bad and everything in between. My intensions behind my next book is to further close the stigma on anxiety, depression and suicide, all of the thoughts that we tend to keep buried deep inside so that we won’t be judged or labeled. I’m releasing the skeletons and scars along with sparks of genuine happiness. The second book is a collection of dreams and nightmares that has been stealing my sleep since I was a youngster. This hooded character that has chased me through twisted scenes during the midnight hours. Basically, I’ll be taking you on a wild rollercoaster ride. Lastly, I’m re-releasing a book that was written about eight years ago. A collection of pieces written by my family nd best friend about how knowing someone living with a rare disorder has impacted their lives. Se here’s the thing, EB doesn’t simply play a part in my life, it also plays a part in those around me. I wanted to share the outside perspectives along with my own. I am looking forward to re-writing this baby.
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