17 Apr Uncluttered-discovering strength & purpose in life
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As a mental health professional and advocate, I found such value in this incredible book. Contrasted with her award-winning last book, Lisa takes a poignant and below-the-surface look at how clutter and chaos reflect our inner struggles and the need to fill a void. Uncluttered gives a profound, sensitive and clarifying look at the world of disorganization and how our environment plays such an important part in our mood. Lisa shares stories of her personal experiences in her world of organization along with an epiphany of knowledge about how this impacts her intimate world of self-discovery. She gives her clients a voice contrasted with her own in her unique approach of battling the age old struggle of chaos versus inner peace.A must read for anyone who seeks a journey of peace in a disorganized world. Teresa Cox Reading, RN,
Lisa leads her reader through a very personal journey of her life and at the same time add humor and reality to life’s lemons! Unclutter is an easy read yet chilling on many levels. Lisa describes hell and back and how it gave her purpose in helping others. Linda Brown
A woman named Meredith called. “My boyfriend and his daughter are moving in with me, and I need to make room for his stuff,” she said on our initial phone call. I arrived at the house and was greeted by Meredith in a suit and lab coat. She managed several clinics around the city. Her boyfriend, John, was retired from the police force, and it was obvious that he was used to being in control. He was a very large and intimidating man and when he spoke, his voice was loud and bellowing. “She needs to get rid of this ugly furniture” he said. ” But that one and that one I like.” she replied back to him. My concern was how he talked down to her. “She is an educated woman who gains respect from so many employees and doctors” I thought.
On my second visit, John was not there and Meredith was wearing a tank top. The back of her arms and back were covered with bruises. “I need to make sure that all these clothes go the women’s shelter when they are donated. You know sometimes women have to escape during the night, and they have clothes there for them,” she said. I knew in that moment she was trying to say something to me. I took her outside so the children couldn’t hear us talk. “I know what you are going through, Meredith.” I said to her. “How can you tell?” she asked, obviously concerned. I said to her. “You don’t have to live like this, Meredith. Making room for John in your life isn’t why I’m here. It’s to help you see you don’t have to.”