Nikki Williams’ debut memoir, ‘Namaste, Pricks’. Soft cover.
At just four years old, a traumatic hospital experience left Nicki Williams with an intense white coat phobia that would follow her for decades. Doctors, dentists, hospitals and, God forbid, needles became the stuff of nightmares.
But that was only one part of a life that would prove anything but ordinary. Nicki became very good at hiding things, including two pregnancies. She concealed both, placing each child for adoption immediately after birth and carrying the weight of those experiences largely in secret. What followed was a life of complicated relationships, heartbreak, adventure, travel and reinvention, with plenty of twists, questionable choices and moments that make you wonder how the hell she got through them.
And then, somehow, there was yoga.
Spoiler alert: there was no instant enlightenment. Instead, spirituality and self-reflection forced her to look back at the experiences that had shaped her, confront the patterns she’d rather not admit to and begin the deeply inconvenient process of understanding herself.
Raw, funny and brutally honest, Namaste, Pricks is a memoir about trauma, adoption, relationships and the messy reality of healing without the inspirational clichés. Because finding yourself isn’t always beautiful. Sometimes it means facing the parts you’d rather forget, laughing at the absurdity of it all and finally understanding your own bullshit.
Nikki Williams’ debut memoir, ‘Namaste, Pricks’. Soft cover.
At just four years old, a traumatic hospital experience left Nicki Williams with an intense white coat phobia that would follow her for decades. Doctors, dentists, hospitals and, God forbid, needles became the stuff of nightmares.
But that was only one part of a life that would prove anything but ordinary. Nicki became very good at hiding things, including two pregnancies. She concealed both, placing each child for adoption immediately after birth and carrying the weight of those experiences largely in secret. What followed was a life of complicated relationships, heartbreak, adventure, travel and reinvention, with plenty of twists, questionable choices and moments that make you wonder how the hell she got through them.
And then, somehow, there was yoga.
Spoiler alert: there was no instant enlightenment. Instead, spirituality and self-reflection forced her to look back at the experiences that had shaped her, confront the patterns she’d rather not admit to and begin the deeply inconvenient process of understanding herself.
Raw, funny and brutally honest, Namaste, Pricks is a memoir about trauma, adoption, relationships and the messy reality of healing without the inspirational clichés. Because finding yourself isn’t always beautiful. Sometimes it means facing the parts you’d rather forget, laughing at the absurdity of it all and finally understanding your own bullshit.
