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and be sure to scroll down for a slide show! (These are private pictures that are not included in my book)
and be sure to scroll down for a slide show! (These are private pictures that are not included in my book)
OVERVIEW
After all these years she reveals her secret... What did she read in that magazine 18 years ago, that changed her life forever? What other secrets did she have that no one knew about? She reveals all of them, her life, love, heartbreak and compassion. Today she uses her past experiences to help others and she ended up, not as a victim, but by the love and grace of God she is today standing tall and proud as a victor! Please read this book as if you are a friend, sharing a cup of coffee and chatting with her, while sitting on the couch.
DESCRIPTION
This is an extremely intensive true life story. It is honest, real and raw. It tells of teenage experiences and the experiences of a woman who became a woman when she should still have been a child, with all the scars it left behind. It speaks of torment and tragedy; and how her life was turned upside down by an article in a magazine.... It is the story of an indomitable spirit and the heartbreak and joy of a life. This is a book about being Bipolar, and coping with it amongst people who could not understand the disorder and the complications thereof. It is about her trauma and all the different therapies for bipolar that ordinary people know little or nothing about. It is about the life, love and the compassion of a woman who, by the love and grace of God, ended up as the victor rather than the victim. She says: "There are a few things that I have learned; we all have some negative self-limiting beliefs that we carry around with us concerning certain things like relationships, marriage and our weight, to name just a few. There are ALWAYS two choices in life; there is always a negative and a positive. We really have to become aware of the fact that we are the architects of our own life and destiny."
After all these years she reveals her secret... What did she read in that magazine 18 years ago, that changed her life forever? What other secrets did she have that no one knew about? She reveals all of them, her life, love, heartbreak and compassion. Today she uses her past experiences to help others and she ended up, not as a victim, but by the love and grace of God she is today standing tall and proud as a victor! Please read this book as if you are a friend, sharing a cup of coffee and chatting with her, while sitting on the couch.
DESCRIPTION
This is an extremely intensive true life story. It is honest, real and raw. It tells of teenage experiences and the experiences of a woman who became a woman when she should still have been a child, with all the scars it left behind. It speaks of torment and tragedy; and how her life was turned upside down by an article in a magazine.... It is the story of an indomitable spirit and the heartbreak and joy of a life. This is a book about being Bipolar, and coping with it amongst people who could not understand the disorder and the complications thereof. It is about her trauma and all the different therapies for bipolar that ordinary people know little or nothing about. It is about the life, love and the compassion of a woman who, by the love and grace of God, ended up as the victor rather than the victim. She says: "There are a few things that I have learned; we all have some negative self-limiting beliefs that we carry around with us concerning certain things like relationships, marriage and our weight, to name just a few. There are ALWAYS two choices in life; there is always a negative and a positive. We really have to become aware of the fact that we are the architects of our own life and destiny."
Excerpt from My Secret Revealed - taken from chapter 4
There were 10 cuts in total, each about 20 cm long, one on both upper arms and four on the upper part of each leg. Dr. Ester said she had put in 107 stitches, but only in the deepest places. All the other places she just closed with the adhesive strips that are used instead of stitches. They leave less scarring and it's also not necessary to use anesthetic when attaching them. It was already very late by the time she had finished with the procedure. She referred me to the Oranje Hospital because I didn't have a medical aid scheme.
Michael took me there, and we almost got lost in the place. It is a huge hospital complex with lots of buildings surrounded by a fence, with security guards at the entrances. After a lot of searching we found the section called Takaneng. When they admitted me I came down to earth with a thump: there were patients with wild looking, frightened faces locked behind bars.
It was very hard for Michael and I that I had to stay there while he went home alone - to a bathroom covered in blood.
In the ward I was in, I was the only white woman. There were two white men and the other + 40 people were all black. The place was totally dilapidated and the bedding was tattered and torn. I sat on the old, sunken bed and stared out of the window at the illuminated cross on Naval Hill, which was near the place where we stayed. I knew my husband was sitting in our bedroom and looking at the same cross. I cried.
The next morning a bell rang. Everyone had to go to the dining room. The people walked like zombies and robots, their feet dragging, their faces expressionless. With arms that hung heavily at their sides they plonked themselves down at the tables. A plate of cold, dry porridge stood on the tables in front of every chair, with a slice of dry brown bread and a hardboiled egg beside it. No side plate, and only a spoon to eat with. Someone there prayed. Then all hell broke loose. Like a bunch of wild animals that had been starving for weeks they grabbed their spoons and thrust them into the porridge so hard that it splattered up into the air. Some landed on my cheek.
I was shocked and horrified. Nobody else noticed, they just ate - no, they didn’t eat, they devoured the food with open mouths and a few brown teeth. They looked like they were possessed. I started crying and ran to my bed.
Later I saw a tiny, pitifully thin, naked black woman walking slowly down the passage. The nursing staff manhandled and berated her because ‘she was always naked.’ They took her away. One old black woman, who was obviously very disoriented, came into the room and tried to climb into a bed containing another woman. The woman slapped at her frantically and shouted at her to go and get into her own bed.
The nursing staff were probably also affected by the unfortunate patients in their care, because they shouted at them and were very heavy handed and rough when dealing with them.
I sat there like an orphan, dumbfounded, and thought: “What am I doing here with these people?”
Michael took me there, and we almost got lost in the place. It is a huge hospital complex with lots of buildings surrounded by a fence, with security guards at the entrances. After a lot of searching we found the section called Takaneng. When they admitted me I came down to earth with a thump: there were patients with wild looking, frightened faces locked behind bars.
It was very hard for Michael and I that I had to stay there while he went home alone - to a bathroom covered in blood.
In the ward I was in, I was the only white woman. There were two white men and the other + 40 people were all black. The place was totally dilapidated and the bedding was tattered and torn. I sat on the old, sunken bed and stared out of the window at the illuminated cross on Naval Hill, which was near the place where we stayed. I knew my husband was sitting in our bedroom and looking at the same cross. I cried.
The next morning a bell rang. Everyone had to go to the dining room. The people walked like zombies and robots, their feet dragging, their faces expressionless. With arms that hung heavily at their sides they plonked themselves down at the tables. A plate of cold, dry porridge stood on the tables in front of every chair, with a slice of dry brown bread and a hardboiled egg beside it. No side plate, and only a spoon to eat with. Someone there prayed. Then all hell broke loose. Like a bunch of wild animals that had been starving for weeks they grabbed their spoons and thrust them into the porridge so hard that it splattered up into the air. Some landed on my cheek.
I was shocked and horrified. Nobody else noticed, they just ate - no, they didn’t eat, they devoured the food with open mouths and a few brown teeth. They looked like they were possessed. I started crying and ran to my bed.
Later I saw a tiny, pitifully thin, naked black woman walking slowly down the passage. The nursing staff manhandled and berated her because ‘she was always naked.’ They took her away. One old black woman, who was obviously very disoriented, came into the room and tried to climb into a bed containing another woman. The woman slapped at her frantically and shouted at her to go and get into her own bed.
The nursing staff were probably also affected by the unfortunate patients in their care, because they shouted at them and were very heavy handed and rough when dealing with them.
I sat there like an orphan, dumbfounded, and thought: “What am I doing here with these people?”
My eBook: “My Secret Revealed” was published on the 1st May 2014.
The eBook is available at any of these stores, Amazon, Kindle, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Copia, Gardners, Baker & Taylor, eSentral, Scribd, PagePusher.
You can also buy it directly from my Book-webpage:
https://my.bookbaby.com/book/wendyleonecretten
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22090777-my-secret-revealed
The eBook is available at any of these stores, Amazon, Kindle, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Copia, Gardners, Baker & Taylor, eSentral, Scribd, PagePusher.
You can also buy it directly from my Book-webpage:
https://my.bookbaby.com/book/wendyleonecretten
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22090777-my-secret-revealed