This is real pain, read and edited but found so intense they publish it. And people pick it up like oxygen. And you start to wonder if it's CO2 you have been breathing in all of this time, all this evil planted in your mind, exhaled on this page. But they all shut the book and return to their safe lives.
You never had a safe life. Being in control of the pen is as safe as it gets. Living and reliving the terror, not for you but for everyone else. You may continue to be called author to the people who pick up your book for fun. But those who share the life you fight through know your invisibility isn't a superpower, yet they call you hero, because you can make them visible. That was always your superpower.
And you continue to live your novel, every day the reality of blood, sweat, and tears hits you. But it's a little lighter when you know someone is listening. Someone is aware of your struggle. Even if it's a fictional character they care about, they still care. That's all you ever wanted.