
A Novel
She's not. She's carrying something that was never hers to carry. And this book was written for her.
About the Book
"What Was I Thinking?" traces the invisible thread of inherited pain from grandmother to mother to daughter. It's about the women who look fine from the outside - who deliver at work, smile in meetings, and cry in the shower. It sees them. Specifically and unflinchingly.
How pain passes silently from mother to daughter - not through violence, but through learned silence. Through saying "I'm fine" when drowning.
The tornado of unfinished thoughts, the ten tabs open in the mind, the shame of being "scattered" when you're actually fighting invisible wars just to function.
Not just the bruises. The silence as punishment. The gaslighting. The slow erasure of self that happens when you stay with someone who takes without giving.
No gold stars. No breakthroughs. Just brushing your teeth when you don't care. Making soup. Saying "no" without explaining. The Tuesday-morning version.
Is This Your Book?
You've been told you're "too much" and you half-believe it
You say "I'm fine" seventeen times a day and mean it zero times
You keep choosing people who can't stay
Your mother and you love each other but can't find the words
You suspect your brain works differently but don't have a diagnosis
You've left a relationship and still can't explain why you miss him
You're successful on paper and falling apart in private
You want to start over but it feels too late
You've ever sat on a kitchen floor at 3am and wondered if you're broken
You don't have to buy this book. But if any of those lines made you hold your breath - it was written for you.
From the Pages
"Sometimes the body gives out not because it's weak but because it's tired of being asked to keep going by a mind that has stopped believing there's anywhere worth going to."
- On Pain & Survival
"I gave you the soup. I gave you the silence. I gave you the not asking for anything and the not showing the bruises and the getting on with it. I didn't mean to give you those things. But I didn't know I was giving them."
- Judyta - On What Mothers Pass Down
"I started confusing attention with care. Intensity with intimacy. A hand on my waist with safety. A good morning text with love."
- On Love & Its Counterfeits
"Healing, it turns out, is quiet. Unimpressive. No one claps. There's no gold star. You just wake up one morning and the weight is slightly less. And that's everything."
- On Healing
The Trilogy
Soft truths. Sharp lessons.
Raw, confessional, written at 3am. The voice of a woman tracing the cracks back to where they started. 77 copies sold with zero marketing - just the words, and women who recognised themselves in them.
Get on AmazonThe Floor
Literary, structured, multi-voiced. The story deepens - mother and daughter, silence and soup, the terrifying courage of sitting at the same table and finally telling the truth.
Get on AmazonLive. Love. Matter.
The first day of autumn. Because that's what this book is about. Seasons changing. Starting again. The final chapter of a story that began on a kitchen floor.
What Readers Say
"How do you know what it feels like to be me? I read this in one sitting and then I read it again."
Early Reader
Part 1 - Word of Mouth
"I highlighted almost every page. Then I bought a copy for my mum. Then I cried in Tesco."
Anonymous Reader
Part 1 Review
"This is the book I needed ten years ago when I was lying on my own kitchen floor. I didn't know other women felt this too."
Reader
via DM
About the Author
Hannah L. Hardy is a domestic abuse therapist who works with women carrying stories most people wouldn't believe - and some people refuse to hear.
Based near Northampton, England, she is Polish-British and has lived through the things she writes about. This book didn't come from research. It came from the kitchen floor at 3am.
She wrote "What Was I Thinking?" because she was tired of smiling through conversations that never touched the truth. And because she knew - from years of sitting with broken women - that the real healing starts when someone finally says: me too.
Part 1 sold 77 copies with no marketing. No strategy. No budget. Just words - and women who recognised themselves in them.
"I didn't write it to sell copies. I wrote it because someone needed to say the quiet part out loud."