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The Hidden Legacy

I reached a point in my interior design business where there wasn’t enough of me to go around. One morning getting ready to take my daughter to school, I collapsed on the floor from exhaustion.

It took an ambulance ride to help me discover a unique way to leverage time so I could accomplish more in half the time. It ended up saving my business and doubling my income working less hours. I thought I found my mission in life.

I decided to shift gears, change my business and over the next 7 years I shared these secrets with other busy, overwhelmed business owners. I taught them how to get control over their day. My clients experienced great results with the programs and workshops.

I felt like something was missing… my business felt like work. I just didn’t enjoy what I was doing.

One of my clients said my system allowed her to step into her bigger dream, play a bigger role and do things she always dreamed of doing. I think she got me thinking… I realized I drastically underestimated my success and accomplishments. I was ready to step into my bigger picture and play a bigger role.

Last August, I made the decision to let my productivity business go with no clear idea of what I would do. It was time to say goodbye to the Time Diva.

The moment I made the decision, I felt a big weight lifted from my shoulder. I had no idea how I’d make up the income and wasn’t worried.. I knew I made the right decision and everything would work out.

I got out of my way and heard my inner voice shouting "Tell Your Story." Those who know me said my story is compelling and should be told.

It was something I wanted to do years ago but I wasn’t ready.

There was another ambulance ride in my life… years before I started either business. I also have no memory of that ride. But than again, I never did retain memories very well. I often described myself as a schizophrenic with Alzheimer disease.

One moment I’m in my family room getting ready for Christmas, the next moment I found myself in a strange place. I had no idea where I was. I was in a strange place, a strange room surrounded by strangers.

I experienced an emotional breakdown brought on by post traumatic stress disorder. My husband came home and found me “out of it.” He took me to the hospital and from there they transferred me by ambulance to the recovery center.

For a few months before my breakdown, memories of my childhood came flooding back. Now if these were fun memories do you think I would have forgotten them? It got to the point that the only way to handle the memories was to shut down.

My mother often chimed what a horrible baby I was. I think my parents believed God gave them "Rosemary’s Baby" and their mission became to save me from myself. They declared psychological warfare against me and methodically tore down my inner core… the magical essence of me. Everything about me was wrong including coming into this world a girl.

The emotional and physical assault on me during my childhood left me very damaged with a fragmented personality… my inner identity in shambles. Is it no wonder I described myself as a schizophrenic with Alzheimer disease.

There I was in this recovery center under the watchful eyes of strangers who deemed me harmful to myself.

I called my husband to come "rescue me." He informed me I needed to stay to for 3 days since I was admitted as a possible suicidal. By the third day I decided to stay longer. For the first time in my life, I felt safe.

By Christmas Eve, I was well enough to go home for the holidays and I could continue recovering as an out patient. Before leaving my psychiatrist, Dr. Carmen, said. "Most people will reach a point in their recovery where they will quit. The work needed to continue healing becomes hard. Eventually they need to take responsibility for the outcomes of their lives. It’s easier to remain a victim and blame others."

I went back to the recovery center every day for awhile as an outpatient. I still needed a lot of work but I was well enough to leave the center as an outpatient. My healing would continue with Dr. Carmen and my therapist Laura.

Early in our sessions, Laura gave me a book to read that would aid in rebuilding my identity. It was something we’d do together. I took the book home and began to read it. The content in the book hurt so much I threw it against the wall. It laid there for several days on the floor where it landed.

I shared with Laura my reaction and she said perhaps she gave me the book too early in our sessions. She said she’d leave it up to me when I wanted to read and work through the book. We went on to talk about something else.

I went home and looked at the book on the floor. Dr. Carmen words seeped in my brain. Yes I reached the point.

The point where I could quit… The point where I could continue to blame my parents for my failures, for they way I felt about myself, for my behavior. Yes Dr. Carmen was right. It would be so much easier and a lot less painful. I was tired of hurting inside.

The choice now rested in my hands.

I could begin to accept responsibility for my life. Yes, the physical wounds healed many years ago. The emotional assault took a bigger toll. The psychological wounds remained deep and open. It would take lots of work to heal those wounds. They were the key for me to stop sabotaging myself. Maybe I could experience my goals and dreams actually happening.

Something even more important also happened. I realized I had the opportunity to break the cycle of abuse for my family.

I picked the book up from the floor… Held it in my hands. Yes I could work through this… I can heal myself with the support of Dr. Carmen and Laura.

It would take about 4 years of work with Dr. Carmen and Laura before I was able to put my identity back together.

It would take even more years before something hit me like a bolt of lightening. I accomplished something more powerful than breaking the abuse cycle. There was no way of knowing this until my youngest daughter graduated from college and landed her first job.

I had dramatically underestimated my past success and the outcome of continually working on myself. I had ended up creating a new legacy for future generations.

The self esteem my parents so methodically destroyed, I unwittingly gave to my youngest daughter. I gave her the gift of high self worth. A gift she can now pass on.

High self esteem is the greatest gift a parent can give their children. High self esteem acts like a psychological armor protecting them at all times. When you value yourself, know your worth (which is priceless), feel love and acceptance, it gives you the courage to try new things and the power to believe in yourself.

When you respect yourself, you know you’re smart enough to make your own decisions. You value your safety, your feelings, your health — your whole self!

What a legacy to leave your children!

One of the first steps toward recovering my identity and building up my self esteem began with changing my thoughts about myself.

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Here’s to Your Success!

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