A groundbreaking work for healing long-term emotionalproblems
The Power of Memoir is a pioneering how-to book thatprovides a new step-by-step program to use memoir writing as atherapeutic process. By going through these steps you'll learn howto choose the significant milestones and turning points that makeup a coherent story leading to a life-changing epiphany.
- Help uncover the secret stories that are the keys tohealing
- Explore the dynamics and roles of dysfunctional families
- Heal old wounds, creating a better present and brighterfuture
Using many examples from her students and clients, the authorshows how creative, well-planned, and carefully researched memoirwriting can offer a process for sorting out the truth from lies andfamily myths.
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About the Author
Linda Joy Myers, Ph.D., is president of the National Association of Memoir Writers and a practicing psychotherapist. She is the author of Don't Call Me Mother: Breaking the Chain of Mother-Daughter Abandonment, which won the Gold Medal Award from the Bay Area Independent Publishing Association in 2007.
Table of Contents
Foreword (Kathleen Adams).
Part 1 Eight Steps to Writing a Healing Memoir.
Step 1 Understanding Your Reasons for Writing.
Step 2 Doing Your Research.
Step 3 Planning Your Memoir.
Step 4 The Psychology of Memoir Writing.
Step 5 The Dark Stuff.
Step 6 Organizing the Narrative Arc.
Step 7 To Publish—or Not.
Step 8 The Power of Writing to Heal.
Part 2 Spirituality, Therapy, and Stories.
Chapter 1 Spirituality, Meditation, and Inner Listening.
Chapter 2 For Therapists Who Use the Healing Power ofMemoir.
Chapter 3 Stories from the Workshops.
About the Author.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Nice to see that this work combines the healing aspects of emotions, memory, and the brain! Great prompts and information for beginning memoir writers, counselor-writers, and humans who care about others and self. Dr. Myers's book is filled with meaningful research, therapy, and ideas. It also serves as an excellent mentor to a writer who chooses to write alone or write with a group, who is in therapy or working on self-healing.
I so enjoyed reading this book and although it is a more nuts and bolts book of putting together ones memoir; it's also a very inspiring book as it relates to making you and everyone feel as if their story, your story...is important to write. The author writes this as if she is sitting next to you at the kitchen table. You have all your legal documents, your pictures, birthday cards, all of your memories laid out on that table. And the author is their helping you sort through it and making sense of it all. She is their to help you organize those memories, prioritize them and make sense out of them. She doesn't tell you how to write it because she knows every story is different and only you can tell your story your way. But the author gives you so many tools and techniques as to how to get started. And that may be the most important lesson in this book is that all the tools and techniques of the world are all well and good, but if you don't get started; what use are they? If you are serious about writing a memoir, this book is a must have. Not only will you appreciate what this book gives you in the way of tools as it were, but what the book really gives you; is the inspiration and confidence that you can really do this. You can write a memoir, let this author help you...
Jonathan sat, ready for anything but what happened next: The holes in the walls made by the blasts, the dead portal regulator, and any damage to the room was momentarily distorted, and then was gone. Then an announcement in the voice of Drill Sergeant, who was known as Siffearn: "Good drill, crew! Now to the cafeteria!" Jonathan could only stare at the speaker with a dumbfounded expression. Had he heard right? Had he actually heard the word DRILL? "Yes," said a familiar voice behind him,"that was a drill. If the walls did break, you would be dead now due to either lack of oxygen or increased air pressure." Jonathan turned to see Quay. He was leaning against the doorway, his head turned to look at Jonathan. "Come on, J6," he said, starting to leave. "You're supposed to be on your way to the cafeteria now." Then he was gone before Jonathan could say anything. Left with no other options, he navigated the labyrinth of halls and corridors to get to the cafeteria. Rint was already at their table when he arrived. "Hey," he greeted Jonathan as he approached. "Took you long enough. And you still haven't told me what it is, but it should probably wait." Jonathan realized Rint was talking about his name. Not that he could respond, because Siffearn was clapping his hands for silence. The speed at which everything seemed to happen suddenly struck Jonathan like a blow from Rint's sword. Siffearn started speaking, though, and he didn't have time to think about it...which was a little ironic. "Most of you did very well," Siffearn boomed. "You held under pressure and the threat of being killed. Of course, we had the fake deaths to put more pressure on you. Those of you that didn't hold out as well–and you know who you are–please report to the training area." Jonathan saw A2, A5, A8, B1, B4, C8, C9, D0, E3, E7, F1, F4, F7, G3, G4, G5, G8, H0, H6, I5, J2, K3, L8, M1, M3, N8, O6, P2, P9, Q3, R7, S6, T3, T9, U0, V3, V6, W2, W5, X4, Y7, and Z9 slowly get up and leave, some daring others to challenge them, others looking upset with themselves. Jonathan remembered Q3 from the medical wing and saw he was just walking with his shiny bald head down, as if ashamed. He couldn't help feeling a pang of sympathy for the guy. After all, seeing even the fake death of the portal regulator had nearly sent him over the edge. Siffearn looked on as if displeased as they left, but once the door of the cafeteria slammed behind the last of them, he put on a huge smile and said,"Now here's your reward!" He snapped his fingers, and immediately all the tables flipped to reveal a cage with reptilian creatures in them. Each table's cage held the same number of reptiles as people that normally sat at the corresponding table. One in the cage at Jonathan's table was green and crawling all around the bars of its cage; the other one, black with flame-like orange patterns on its sides, sat quiet and still, staring right at Rint. Siffearn said,"Go ahead, open the cages! One of the dragons in your cage will come to you. Take that one to your dorm. You'll find a structure in your dorm for it." After some hesitation, Rint tentatively opened the cage. The green one immediately saw it was free and flung itself out of the cage and at Jonathan's face. The black one opened orange-streaked wings and flew gracefully out of the cage to land on Rint's shoulder. Quay revealed his own dragon, dark blue with thick black streaks, and said,"These guys are for you. Really useful." (To be continued...)