My first book was “Saint Jude,” which was about a teen with bipolar disorder. It was traditionally published by a small indie publisher (when the rights reverted to me, I put it on Kindle.) My publisher forwarded a letter that was written to me from a teen in Pennsylvania who had found the book at her high school library. She had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and she felt that the characters in the book made her feel like she was not alone.
The bottom line is that’s why we write. It’s not to make the big bucks or win the Pulitzer Prize (though that would be fantastic). C.S. Lewis said we write to know we are not alone. If my book reaches one person and makes him/ her smile or laugh, then it is worthwhile. As writers, we must never lose sight of the significance of stories.