A LITTLE BIT ABOUT ME
As a mother, nanny, author, specialist softball coach and the “queen of self generated disasters” throughout a great deal of my life, I finally came to the inevitable conclusion, that it was time for me to either put up or shut-up. Hence my decision and affirmative action to not just merely write a book that would hopefully entertain or sate the curiosity of people the world over, but to tackle the ticklish topic of Self Development.
Through the good, the bad and the ugliness of my experiences and the immense difficulty of the processes involved in unearthing, developing and redefining myself as an person, I was able to share my story in a way that actually assists people in understanding as I had to learn, that good really can come from bad. Although not due for release until 2017 it is my contribution as an individual in a global society desperately clinging to the hope that we on a united front, can create a better world for men, women and children alike: a world where love, respect, significance and the inbuilt philanthropic need we all have to help our fellow human beings, remains paramount.
Through the good, the bad and the ugliness of my experiences and the immense difficulty of the processes involved in unearthing, developing and redefining myself as an person, I was able to share my story in a way that actually assists people in understanding as I had to learn, that good really can come from bad. Although not due for release until 2017 it is my contribution as an individual in a global society desperately clinging to the hope that we on a united front, can create a better world for men, women and children alike: a world where love, respect, significance and the inbuilt philanthropic need we all have to help our fellow human beings, remains paramount.
WHY I BECAME A XANGO DISTRIBUTOR ?
As a Long Tan Vietnam Veteran, my husband Bob was suffering badly from PTSD for which he had been prescribed Effexor that in effect, just kept his depression under some form of control. The problem was however, Effexor was destroying everything about him: his wonderful sense of humor, his get up and go zest for life and despite his innate ability to interact with others, his desire to actually be around others.
He was becoming a short fused and very frustrated hermit!
When I was first introduced to the Juice by Terry M who was working the local Saturday Market I was an out-and-out skeptic, not really believing anything at all of what he was telling me (just another hard sell I’d thought) but after 3 months of intrigue and “toing and froing” I relented and signed up.
After a week or two I noticed slight differences; Bob was much calmer and he was sleeping better (the frantic panic attacks that saw him lashing out violently were becoming less and less) which was a good thing for me in that I no longer had to be afraid of sleeping next to him.
I continued to observe the subtle changes until finally, I put the hard word on him:
If you don’t want to continue walking around like a Zombie (side effect of Effexor) then do something about it, wean yourself off it!
He did just that while I was away at a conference for a week…utmost respect Bob!
Since then he hasn’t looked back, resisting stern warnings from his Vietnam buddies and Psychiatrist that he should remain on it.
Now he is one “Happy Chappy” comfortable in the knowledge that although things can never be the same for him again, there really are natural cures out there that can do the job if you are just prepared to give them the time they need to work.
He was becoming a short fused and very frustrated hermit!
When I was first introduced to the Juice by Terry M who was working the local Saturday Market I was an out-and-out skeptic, not really believing anything at all of what he was telling me (just another hard sell I’d thought) but after 3 months of intrigue and “toing and froing” I relented and signed up.
After a week or two I noticed slight differences; Bob was much calmer and he was sleeping better (the frantic panic attacks that saw him lashing out violently were becoming less and less) which was a good thing for me in that I no longer had to be afraid of sleeping next to him.
I continued to observe the subtle changes until finally, I put the hard word on him:
If you don’t want to continue walking around like a Zombie (side effect of Effexor) then do something about it, wean yourself off it!
He did just that while I was away at a conference for a week…utmost respect Bob!
Since then he hasn’t looked back, resisting stern warnings from his Vietnam buddies and Psychiatrist that he should remain on it.
Now he is one “Happy Chappy” comfortable in the knowledge that although things can never be the same for him again, there really are natural cures out there that can do the job if you are just prepared to give them the time they need to work.