Sneak Peek of The Message

Greetings my dear friends,
Today’s newsletter is a little different – it is more of an update on progress with my new book, entitled The Message. I plan to publish it in mid-year 2019.

The reason for this blog is two-fold. First, I would like to give you a sneak peak at the designed cover for the book, along with the Prologue that will start the reader. Prologue’s can give you a snapshot in time, not necessarily the actual beginning of the novel. It is often used to perk your interest. Perhaps provide a little hint of what is to come.

Secondly, I am welcoming your reaction to the cover’s design. It is in black and white, except for the sepia tone of the woman in the background. Covers should produce an emotional feeling, and I am very interested in your first response to the scene depicted. I also would welcome how the Prologue strikes your interest in going on to engage the first chapter once The Message is published. Honest feedback is my expectation and hope, just comment on this post to reach me directly.

Thank you! I look forward to hearing back from as many of you as possible.
Blessings to you,

Prologue for The Message

The ocean is angry today. Furious, and moving with blatant seduction, in and out.

These are Aubrey’s first thoughts as she entered the beach area boardwalk that stretched over the pale sand. She gazed at the water which was gray and slick with foam. White caps crested each of the waves like they were surfers at the top of their game, then fell headlong over themselves as if tumbling from a steep cliff into an abyss. It was white everywhere you looked. The crashing of the water onto the beach was deafening and unrelenting and beautiful.

It is deadly out there, she said to herself. Aubrey certainly knew the fury of the ocean in a New England storm. Nothing like a “nor-easter”. She had come up against it many times before.

She moved along the boardwalk, so well-crafted on this section of the beach. Her fascination with the water growing, Aubrey advanced ever closer to a cordoned area of yellow caution tape. There seemed to be some fencing there also at the very end of the section she was already on. No doubt, visitors and teens had made their way into the restricted area by messing with the fence. This was the new and incomplete development of walkway that would bring beach guests onto the dunes and above a steep drop 14 feet above the waves crashing below. It would be a phenomenal position for hikers when it was done; but at the moment, it was unfinished and without barriers to the ocean. Right now, it became a hazard for anyone ignoring the fencing. Aubrey squeezed through the tape and damaged fencing to the new board area beyond, finding her way to a spectacular view.

She set the locks of her wheelchair after rolling close to the edge, looking down below and then out to the churning surf. How easy it would be to simply move 8 more inches and freefall to the angry grayness. She could almost imagine what that would be like. The wind off the ocean suddenly began to whirl and howl, pointing itself directly at her, forcing her long blond hair to lift and whip madly. It became difficult to remain in place in spite of the locks, and the canvas on the chair was starting to feel like a sail. In spite of the cold, she found she was sweating and fearful.

Aubrey shouted into the turmoil roiling above her, “I am so screwed! I see no way out of this. God, help me please!”

Gratitude and Tragedy: Can they co-exist?


“Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.

Find a way to be thankful for your troubles

and they can become your blessings.”


In the face of tragedy and loss, I suspect that feeling gratitude and appreciation for many things has sort of left the building for you. Perhaps you are not expecting to really appreciate much of anything now and for some time to come. After all, the impact of intense emotion and grief often removes the ability to recognize gratitude very well. There is no blame here for this cognitive loss, it just happens that way. Coping in any form is difficult. The question is, does it need to remain lost or can it be changed by gaining a different perspective? Within a split second it seems any situation in which we find ourselves can bring to mind our loss, and instantly become painful and unbearable to think about. It can often be the simplest encounter or environmental influence. How can we possibly change our perspective when the conditions of our thoughts are repeatedly inviting anger, guilt and fear? On the other hand, a change in perspective may give you some unexpected relief. Defining gratitude is probably different for everyone. What really constitutes being grateful and to what degree? In my book, Let Go and Let Love: Survivors of Suicide Loss Healing Handbook, grateful is 180 degrees away from angry or negative. It doesn’t seem to me that we can be grateful for something and be pissed off at the same time. You might try to make a case here to the contrary, but I don’t see it as working.

You can however be grateful for your anger; perhaps it is telling you or teaching you something you have heretofore missed. Maybe you are not quite seeing that yet, but your anger can spark change for which you are grateful. Get it? You simply step back and look at your emotional responses and find opportunities for change that you appreciate and are willing to try.

Recently I had the chance to return to my old neighborhood where I grew up, in a state quite far from where I live now. Fifty years had transpired since I had seen it last. Talk about change! And the crazy thing is the streets were still there, with the same names, but many of the residences had altered. I tried to feel my childhood embrace me again, but the newness interfered – the grade school I walked to every day was gone, my old homestead was tiny, the gang of friends was long departed and unable to welcome me back in. A large part of me was sad and actually angry by the changes that had taken place. Nothing I saw would ever be the same again; it was lost to me and I could never go back. I will never have that world exist again for me, ever. I looked around me and said, “Hey, what the hell happened to those days and places I loved so much?” Is this starting to sound familiar?

Because of suicide and loss, we have moved away from a life we knew and were perhaps naively safe in, and are now unwillingly facing a change that we never wanted to make or see. We cannot go back there and find it just the way it was. That life is totally gone from us. Often we feel devastatingly remorseful and thoroughly, permanently pissed off. We have lost a lot.

Back in my neighborhood, I also saw something else. In the middle of the old stuff was some interesting and wonderful new stuff. The school had made way for a beautiful and green walking park and playground; the dumpy building where I bought my first illegal cigarette as a teen — don’t fret, I stopped trying smokes shortly after getting that first one — was now a sweet Mom and Pop market with fresh fruit and household needs. My original church was in the same location, had expanded its buildings and parking areas to accommodate a larger parish, but still kept the old ambiance of the original style.

What are you grateful for, right this minute? I know you want to heal your heart beginning today, so get a pad of paper and pen, or sit yourself down at your computer and initiate a list. Perhaps you can only create a short set of incidences that occurred today, and that is a fine place to start. What happened today to make you grateful even if it only lasted for a few moments? Grateful thinking and action is a learned skill, so be patient with yourself while you observe all things that occur around and toward you. When you need to apply it to the healing journey, gratefulness, abundance and appreciation will come easier to you, simply because you have been practicing.

Buried within the tragedy of our loss there will always be some elements that are 180 degrees away from sadness and negativity that we can recognize and perhaps cling to; something to appreciate and be grateful for. If we are angry and guilt-ridden it is difficult to find them. In any given moment identifying them becomes our challenge and our healing. Are you ready to do that?

Blessings, Gabrielle

Excerpt from Let GO and Let LOVE: Survivors of Suicide Loss Healing Handbook, CreateSpace Publishing, $12.87, paperback and ebook available September 2015.

CONTACT: Gabrielle Doucet

Writing A Book is a Very Big Thing

121Probably 90 – 95% of the population will never put pen to paper and write a book.  All of us however, at some point will read a book.  Standing back and contemplating those percentages makes me think that it puts a lot of pressure on those of us who have decided to be authors of something.  Authors supply the rest of the world with various-sized-brainstormed-written items to learn from, memorize, laugh at, cry over, review, rejoice and be inspired by.  Why do we (the writers) do it?  Heaven knows becoming an author is not an easy journey; it can take a long time to get up the nerve and the research to even begin writing page one – word one.  Then there is the editing, the publishing, the revisions, the consultants and the sleepless nights of either doing the writing or worrying about the writing.

I wouldn’t change a thing.  It was one of the most magnificent experiences of my life.  Here’s why…

We Write Because:

  • We have something to say that is important to us and it must be said.  Each one of us is unique and has a specific life experience that forges how we think and feel about ourselves and the world around us.  This (these) experience(s) can resonate so deeply that we are convinced it must be shared, even if we are an author of a private journal that will never see the light of day or never be read by someone else’s eyes.  If we don’t follow through with our inner need and put it to velum, we are incomplete in some way.  For an author, it just has to happen.
  • Writing seems to be The best way to express our thoughts.  There are any number of opportunities to make ourselves “heard”.  We can find others that think the way we do about something and perhaps we start discussion groups.  We can travel the country and establish seminars for large numbers of individuals who would like to know more about the topic that inspires us. We can create private journals that document the most personal and intimate ideas that give our minds and hearts reflection on any given day or stand on a corner soapbox and shout it out.  Many people post comments on the internet every minute of every hour without leaving their homes or removing their bunny slippers.  Or, we can write it all in a book – small or large, thick or thin, spine cradled by hand or existing in “the cloud”.

My book was written out of my need to declare and describe how I coped with loss; loss is something we all experience.  Loss could be for an inanimate object such as a rare book or beloved sweater from Grandmother, or in the hardest of circumstances we might be coping with the loss of a loved one from disease or death.  Loss is loss, it’s just that some losses are more complex than others.

Suicide is a very complex loss, one in which there is no easy journey through for those of us left behind.  With the number of suicides per year across the United States and indeed the world rising, and notably escalating within the military for both active and veteran populations, survivors of suicide loss find themselves in a hard place.  Despite the social advancements from the 60’s and 70’s, little has changed on how the population and the media view suicide and manage the topic when it is front and center.  We survivors don’t usually gain much in the way of sympathy or even empathy.  It is just too uncomfortable.  After losing my son Drew to suicide in 2011, I unfortunately became an expert on such things.  Unwanted expertise, but there you are.

Thus, the completion of my manuscript Let Go and Let Love: Survivors of Suicide Loss Healing Handbook became my passion for being “heard”.  Sharing this writing, not only assisted in making me complete, it has been paramount in my healing as well.  I no longer look for or expect empathy, I am purely self-sustaining in feeling good and acceptable with my loss.  Like many people, I never grew up thinking I was going to be an author of a book, but yet here I am, after all the days (and nights) of writing, researching, stretching my vocabulary, exposing my innermost feelings and experiences, risking all my hard-won self-esteem, then laying this tome in the hands of people I don’t really know and stating, “wrap it up – we’re going to print”.  I am now an author.  I am releasing my passion for being well and healthy in the face of adversity and overwhelming tragedy.

By the way – being an author is rewarding and fun!

Blessings, Gabrielle

Excerpt from Let GO and Let LOVE: Survivors of Suicide Loss Healing Handbook, CreateSpace Publishing, $12.87, paperback and ebook available 09/2015.

CONTACT: Gabrielle Doucet