Ever since I was a teenager, I had always known that there was something out there. A intangible invisible force that connected us all regardless of race, religion or nationality. I had been searching for it on and off during my life, so much so that I always had a feeling that if it had been visible I would be able to see it if I just looked bit harder. Yet that very discovery eluded me.

My life had been filled with sorrow and hurt since birth. I grew up in an environment as a child where emotional abuse was an everyday occurrence. My friends never visited me because they told me that they were too scared to come to my home. Religious battles were fought constantly between my mother and father, and we as children were pulled into the middle of that storm as a result. I was diagnosed with severe depression at the age of 17, and for the next 10 or so years I was put on strong medication to battle that condition. The medication helped, but unfortunately it had a detrimental effect on the other areas of my life. It made me passive in the extreme. I felt no motivation and had no energy. I had to physically force myself to wake up and go to work every morning. My relationships with the ones I loved decayed and my finances were in ruin. I had no drive and no energy. I decided to stop taking the medication, as I would rather have been depressed than live a life empty of any passion.

As fate would have it, every aspect of my life that had been suffering under the effects of the anti-depressants came crashing down simultaneously the moment I stopped taking them. My fiance left me for another man, I lost my job, all but the best of friends left or forgot about me, and my self esteem crashed and burned. This of course sent me to what I like to refer to today as my own personal dark “pit”. Thoughts of suicide were a daily occurrence for months on end.

Then one day I slowly picked myself up from the ground, brushed myself off and started fighting back. Were that willpower came from, I have no idea. All I can say is thank you to the Universe. I slowly, through discipline and a stubborn refusal to go back to that dark place, pulled the areas of my life that had gone AWOL back into line. Yet something was missing in my life, I still had severe depression. Sure I was tougher, but there was still that feeling of missing something in my life.

Enter The Secret. Since reading The Secret and consequently The Power, my life has at last gained a focal point. I am happy for the first time in a decade. I smile and laugh every day, I make friends everywhere I go, my romantic life is off the charts, my financial woes are ending at last, and I have a drive, a palpable energy spurring me on.

Thank you to all of you involved in publishing the works of the great secret. Thank you. You have given me that force I had been looking for since childhood.

That force is called love, and I am eternally grateful.

C.v.V