Promoting sucks

I don't want to promote my book. It was important to get the muck out of me, but the whole concept of selling my sorrow pulls me into a sticky dilemma. Yes, I want to encourage fire departments to know the buildings in their neighborhoods as a safety measure. I want every building to be inspected. Yes, I want every parent who has lost a child to know that the craziness and isolation that comes with grief is a natural phenomenon. But selling this as a book? No. It has cost me a lot of money to get this book out of my body and onto the page. I will never recoup the cost, in terms of money and pain. But somehow I need to reconcile the loss of my daughter with my need to get the message out there: This kind of death is preventable.