The Hardest Part About Writing This Book
“Writing truthfully and lovingly can
feel impossible sometimes — but both matter.”— Calla Hart
When people ask me what the hardest part of writing My Dyslexic Husband was, the answer isn’t about the late nights, the rewrites, or even finding the right words.
It’s this: trying to tell the truth while protecting the person I love.
Writing this book meant walking an impossibly fine line — holding space for my own experiences while doing everything I could to honor my husband’s perspective, too.
It meant digging into the layers and the nuance, asking myself over and over:
Am I being fair?
Am I capturing the complexity, not just the hurt?
Am I leaving room for his experience, even when I don’t fully understand it?
There were moments I agonized over a single paragraph, wondering if it would paint him unfairly — not because the facts were wrong, but because the context was so much harder to explain than a few sentences could hold.
I wasn’t just writing a story about us.
I was trying to protect him, even as I spoke truths that sometimes left me feeling exposed and alone.
Finding that balance — between honoring him and honoring myself — was the hardest thing I’ve ever done on the page.
And maybe the most important.
—-If you’ve ever struggled to tell a hard story with love, I see you.
