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UNMASKED is not just about someone dealing with Bipolar Disorder, it’s also a story of hope. Of how a person can spiral so low but still manage to fight against the turmoil and find one’s self. It is everyone’s story of trial and tribulation, how going through the hottest of fire can make us stronger and wiser if we hold on long enough and refuse to give up.

UNMASKED now available at central.com.ph, sulitbooks.com, blink.com.ph,and facebook.com/genevievelvwisen.com (please send me a PM) ^_^

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Finally Available! :D

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Hi everyone! I guess by now you have seen my static page, but if not and you just clicked this post from your email then you can somewhat guess what I mean by the title!

Yes, my poetry novel, UNMASKED is finally available! You may purcahse them at central.com.ph, sulitbooks.com, or through me by sending me a private message at my FB page. If you’re going to purchase the book through me, I’ll throw in a free mini bookmark, a thank you card, and a cow plushie but I must warn you, you won’t pay for the book but you will pay for the shipping if you are living abroad. The reason for this is the shipping is unfortunately more expensive than the book itself thus the freebies. On the practical side, I guess it’s better to just purchase the book on either of the two sites.

Thanks for all your support! I really appreciate it. I hope you’ll grab a copy of my book and enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. ^_^

August 2015 ^_^

What happens when your world is shattered from within? When you can’t run nor hide from yourself?

UNMASKED is a poetry novel that deals not just with Bipolar but generally, with the darkness in all of us. When it overwhelms us, threatens to consume us, and how we fight to regain ourselves. It is a story of loss, hope, and survival.

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Front Cover

Back Cover

Back Cover

Hypnagogia

How do you go back to a world you feel strongly disconnected from? Where you’ve been heartlessly yanked out and where everyone is engrossed in their own business that you feel like an intruder? You stand in the middle of a crowd who seems to be in a timeless fast-forward mode that you can’t reach out to even one. You watch them having fun; you hear their voices which are a mixture of mirth, sorrow, fun, confusion, hope, anger and regret that you feel so alien. You don’t belong here, that you’re sure of but there’s that vague sense of familiarity; being one of them. No, you are one of them – weren’t you?

There was a time when you were one of them. Now you’re not. You’re just a vessel; no soul, no spirit. You feel so tiny in a vast world. You long to be part of it. Somehow you remember a shared laugh, a happiness, a oneness. It’s all gone though. You want it back but you’re outside, looking in. You want with a wanting that can’t be quenched and though its grip is surprisingly light escape is still bleak. Slowly you realize that despite of your longing, going back to how it was and moving forward to how it will-should be will be very hard. Not because people are harsh. Not because most of your family and friends have abandoned you; and certainly not because you are truly lost. It’s simply because it has always been tough fighting one’s self.