I used to sit and watch my dad articulate his pen onto paper and for many years and always wondered if I would ever command that art. For as long as I can remember, he was the one finishing my english homework as I had absolutely no idea how to form an inspiring sentence. I never wished to have his skills, I WANTED them, I just needed to find out HOW!
Sitting on the toilet was always a place where ideas came to me (go figure) and I sat day after day, after school dissecting and figuring out how to get there.
Then it happened.
I landed in India after years of self-destruct, suicidal moments and lack of spirit and my mind just opened.
There was with no warning or plan, my mind just overflowed with words and I felt they needed a home, so the writing journey began.
Walking in Socks was my 1st book totally dedicated to dad.
His mental illness, paranoia, dual personality disorder and pain were the ones replacing him as I grew and attempted to form myself.
I was always a free spirit and walking in socks inside the house, was not allowed. I remember my mum shouting out orders..
Turn the TV off, put your socks on, put all in order, dad is on his way.
This went completely against my grain and my spirit became dull and over powered by the beast of fear, anxiety and confusion.
Writing the autobiography was my catharsis. I had to let it out period.
It gave me the voice I never had as a child and I wanted to let the world know what I had gone through and how I was about to use it for my victory.
Then came - Chin Up or The Crown Slips - All about a no bs holistic guide for Depression AND my pride, my joy, the one and only - I am WOMAN-which has now been transformed into my very sought after Transformational Program for Women.