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UNMASKED

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What happens when your world is shattered from within? When you can’t run nor hide from yourself? 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 is now available at Amazon.com, Central.com.phSmashwords.com, and Blink.ph

You can also order through https://www.facebook.com/genevievewisen/ by sending me a Private Message (PM) and stating how many books you want to order and your method of payment (Cash on Delivery/COD, Eastwest Bank, LBC, or Paypal) along with your name, address, and contact number.

Get your copy now! 🙂

 

 

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Attacks

Murky waters

shallow seas

stand

in my way

blocking

my path;

on the other side

I see

sunshine and

butterflies

all

that is good,

one day

I’ll get there

I’ll build

a bridge

get to it

but for now

I’ll let

the

storm pass,

let the wind

howl along

because

it never lasts

no matter

how long.

 

Ordering My Book from Me

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Hello! Here are the steps if you are interested in purchasing UNMASKED directly from me.

Ordering is pretty easy, all you need to do is:
1. Send me a Private Message at https://www.facebook.com/genevievewisen/. State:
a. The quantity of books you want to order (1, 2, 3…)
b. Your full name, address, and contact number
c. If you want the book signed/autographed


2. Pay the amount at
a. EastWest Bank. Please let me know if you choose this option so I can give you my bank account details. Email me the scanned deposit slip OR
b.
Your nearest LBC branch. Payable to Genevieve Wisen of Rodriguez Rizal. Send me a message that you already paid and the control number.

You can also pay through Paypal.com (moonlightreflections@gmail.com)

For international orders, please send me a private message letting me know of your interest in purchasing my book. Thanks.

I let all buyers know when I’m going to ship the book and give you the tracking number. I usually ship with DHL or LBC.

Of Bipolar and baby

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My son, Jace Gabriel, will be two months on May 3 and I still can not get enough of him; I doubt I ever will.

I remember when I had an inkling that I was pregnant, unlike a number of women wanting a baby, I was nervous. The day I confirmed my pregnancy, I was scared, nervous, and a little bit happy. I was at the mall and I immediately called my husband to tell him. I almost cried. I don’t know about other women with Bipolar who became pregnant but I was overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions and none of them was pure joy or elation.

Saying that the whole nine months was difficult is an understatement. Yes, I did not have any problems such as pre-eclampsia or gestational diabetes but my mind was and is not stable. I had Bipolar and not being able to take any medicines for it while I was pregnant aggravated my condition. I had major attacks at times – hitting myself (luckily not on the stomach), stomping my feet, hurting my arms and face, screaming until my throat hurt – and it scared and worried my husband as well as my mother. Me? I kept promising myself to do better next time, that I will control myself next time. But “next time” never came. When I wasn’t having my attacks, I saw my pregnancy as something so weird that I even likened it to the movie Alien where the main star got pregnant with an alien. I hardly felt overjoyed when I felt my baby’s kicks, I usually got goosebumps. All in all, being pregnant felt very surreal for me.

Fast forward to March 3, 2016. My psychiatrist recommended a C-section for me, fearing that I would have an attack in the middle of labor pains and the actual labor itself. As I was being wheeled towards the surgery room with my husband by my side all I can feel was trepidation. I was agitated and it was because I knew I was going to be injected with anaesthesia and they will inject it in the spine. I was actually crying because of that. I don’t really remember it but according to my husband I was on the verge of an attack.

When my son finally arrived at 8:59 am, I didn’t cry tears of joy. I didn’t feel any happiness when I saw him. I wasn’t gleeful. Truth be told, I wasn’t anything – I did not feel anything. For days and weeks, I struggled with my feelings towards my son. Why didn’t I feel loving towards him? Why do I keep looking at him strangely? Where’s the feeling of love every new mothers rave about? And the ultimate question every moms ask – Am I a bad mom???

Along with his birth came the Bipolar medications that prevented me from breastfeeding my son as well as taking care of him since the medication came with a sedating effect and I  was asleep for 15 hours and sometimes more.

It took two weeks, almost three, and not taking my medication just so I can take care and bond with him for me to feel the first stirrings of motherly love. It was like a dam slowly getting cracks until it burst. And now I know without an ounce of doubt, I love my son more than my life. Oh, my medications still keeps me from fully taking care of him and my attacks are still there that I sometimes actually felt hate towards my innocent baby boy twice but that’s how it is – for now. I can fight my attacks but everyone with Bipolar knows how futile it is. During the good days, I feel like I can do anything, I make plans just like everyone and bond with my baby but on bad days I am a wreck, non-stop crying, screaming, and hurting myself. One thing I am grateful though is that after twice feelings hate towards my boy, I now look at him with a gentleness I didn’t know I can muster during my severest of attacks. No matter how bad my attacks get, whenever I see Jace or hear him crying I am slowly brought back to my senses. Before him, only my husband can do that to me.

Bipolar and babies don’t mix, I found that out the hard way, but it is and will always be worth it just to see my precious son’s toothless smiles and grins, his happy gurgles, and his milestones. The nine months of hell was easily replaced with a lifetime of heaven with my son’s love.

 

 

E-book Version! ^_^

Hello everyone! How have you been? I know it’s been a while, more on that later 😉

Despite the absence, I have finally made an e-book version of UNMASKED! Yehey! 😀 😀 😀 The available formats are: epub, mobi, pdf, lrf, pdb, txt, and html. Do check it out at Smashwords.com. I’ll be making an e-book version for the Kindle as well  so please watch out for that ^_^

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