Why I Gained 20 Pounds Writing My Memoir

Monica Against Wall

I started writing my memoir. Anyone who knows me well can tell you that I’m pretty much an open book. That’s what I thought, too—until I began writing about the pain of adoption, abuse, addiction, trauma, and healing.

I’ve told my kids many crazy, entertaining stories from my past, but I’ve also told them about some of the bad things that happened to me when I was a teen. Initially, it was my daughter who urged me to write my memoir. I have kept a journal on and off since I was twelve, and I’d published some industry papers in my entrepreneurial years, but never had I considered writing a book, least of all a memoir. Even so, my daughter insisted that my life would make fascinating reading. I thought, how hard can it be?

I began writing and almost immediately felt an urge, like the bearing-down pains of childbirth. This story wanted—needed—to come out, and nothing was going to stop it. As I wrote, I discovered that some memories stay buried for a reason.

I had been working on the memoir for almost a year when, through a series of seemingly unrelated events, I happened upon a developmental editor, Signe Jorgenson, who earned her master’s degree in Anchorage, Alaska, where I grew up and where much of my memoir is based. She lived there many years after the wild oil boom that was the backdrop for my eventful childhood and teenage years, but she had heard the stories.

I’d been told that if I wanted to publish my memoir, I should create a few standalone pieces and submit them to magazines and literary journals so I could accumulate some publishing credits and develop an audience for my work. I wasn’t quite sure how to do this, so I sent my editor one of the more difficult and painful chapters, the one about the 1972 rape that I had kept secret for fifteen years, and worked with her to turn it into an essay.

Working on the essay was like therapy, only deeper. I did about five revisions, each of which was met with six or more pages of developmental notes and a corresponding annotated version of my manuscript. I once asked my editor if she had a background in psychotherapy. She didn’t, but because of her training and years of teaching writing, she knew the deeper questions to ask. An example: When I wrote, “I hung my head in shame,” she asked me to write about why I was feeling shame. Strangely enough, the why had never occurred to me. Deeper and deeper I dug, uncovering memories that I had buried in my subconscious for decades.

My meditation practice, spiritual connection, family, and recovery friends were not enough to get me through this process. I quit drinking thirty-three years ago and I don’t take medications. Instead, I ate many, many times when I wasn’t physically hungry while working on this essay. I knew what I was doing as I sat on the couch with a fat bag of chips, temporarily numbing my pain, but I did it anyway. I would tell myself, “It’s OK. You’ll get a handle on the eating and lose the twenty pounds when you finish the essay.”

Memories are funny things. When I began writing about my rape, I still felt the shame and guilt I had felt when I was a fifteen-year-old girl. I was transported back to that time and place, and to that mindset. I would write my memories and then talk them over with my sweet 91-year-old mom, then write some more. Once I had it all on paper, every single detail of that night, from what the room looked like to the way my rapist smelled and the words he used to shame me, my mom walked me through it from an adult’s perspective.

Gradually, I began to see the rape with my grown-up mind and not my fifteen-year-old feelings. I discovered that I had never directed the blame, rage, and judgment toward the perpetrator. I had placed it all on myself, the victim.

I doubt that I will ever mend completely, but the writing and revision processes have allowed me to gain a much deeper level of healing. I’ve also found compassion for the fifteen-year-old girl who was forced to grow up way too fast.

Now I’m at work on another essay, this one about an abduction attempt that occurred just months after I was raped. I’m going through that same process of mining my memories and reconciling my teenage perspective with my adult understanding. But this time, I am not eating my way through it.

18 thoughts on “Why I Gained 20 Pounds Writing My Memoir”

  1. Kelly Otto

    This is a great read! What an insight to the child within. I think a lot of people can relate to the buried memories everyone has. Thank you for this! Can’t wait for the book.

  2. Carolyn Cook

    I cry for you every time your childhood comes up. My prayer is that God will be able to heal your heart, mind, and spirit from the blows you took as an emerging young woman!

  3. Jill H

    Real and relatable. From the outside you might never know what a child might be going through inside their world, especially when “shameful secrets” are imposed on them. This makes me want to open my eyes wider and raise my antennae higher to awareness of those nearby who might be struggling. Thanks for sharing your story Monica. (On a shallow note-Gorgeous pic btw!)

  4. Florence Hall

    My most courageous and precious daughter, it pleases me to see that you have taken some
    frightening, gut-wrenching events from your young years and turned them into an essay of such readable
    prose that I am awed by your talent.

  5. pauli hakensen

    Monica, Congratulations ! You’re writing skill has grown along with you ! So different than the first “shitty drafts”, as Anne Lamott calls them. There is more than one story here and I am looking forward to hearing and seeing that, too. Your honest and deep sharing about your love affair with food, as the lover who won’t let you down is powerful in it’s own way ! Your willingness to give all of it ” air and light” is a gift to the world. Thank you !

    As for your your assessment that you don’t think you will ever completely mend. Let’s hope not. As Leonard Cohen so aptly said, “There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the Light gets in.” Let your Light shine. I know you better now, and know that you will. Love P

  6. Paula

    I think I contributed to a few of those pounds when I came to visit in early April. Shame on me! I’m impressed by your strength and resilience. Congrats on the excellent progress and new blog site.

  7. Laurel Downing Bill

    So happy we connected while you were in Anchorage, Monica. Your story is so moving and I know you will help others dealing with issues that happened in their lives, too. From this small sample in your blog, I can tell that your writing is strong, powerful and keeps the reader moving forward. Keep it up!

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