7 Steps To The Most Extraordinary You!

Leah Cross

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A simple, effective programme for all who seek positive change to transform their life. The author shares with you her inspiring journey where she discovered a fool proof way of transforming her own life. She overcame years of mental, physical and sexual abuse, homelessness, severe depression and anxiety, health problems, and raising a child as a single parent. The programme uses a timeless method to enable you to self-reflect and be proactive from day one and achieve positive lasting change. She believes each and every one of us deserves happiness and to live a life where we not only realise our dreams but we achieve them! Discover the greatest version of you.

Informations

• Publié par: Brown Dog Books
• Date de parution: 27 août 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781839520648
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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7 STEPS TO THE MOST
Extraordinary You!
7 STEPS TO THE MOST
Extraordinary You!
by Leah Cross
First published 2019
Copyright © Leah Cross 2019
The right of Leah Cross to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the copyright holder.
Published under licence by Brown Dog Books and The Self-Publishing Partnership, 7 Green Park Station, Bath BA1 1JB
www.selfpublishingpartnership.co.uk
ISBN printed book: 978-1-83952-063-1 ISBN e-book: 978-1-83952-064-8
Cover design by Kevin Rylands Internal design by Andrew Easton
Printed and bound in the UK
This book is printed on FSC certified paper
Introduction
The most important and life-changing thing you will ever do in life is to realise your own personal dreams and take action to achieve them!
My programme is designed to help clear the way to allow you firstly the opportunity to find your inner dreams, and secondly the steps to achieve them. This programme is designed to work fast! Be warned, though: it is not for the faint-hearted! It takes effort and action on your behalf.
My personal journey has been far from easy or perfect: in fact, I am lucky and grateful to be here alive today. I have learnt how to transform my own life and create a fool proof programme that can work for anybody from any walk of life. Happiness and success are not for a select few! They are to be shared by all.
We are all capable of greatness!
You owe it to yourself and your loved ones to show yourself love and allow yourself to be completely satisfied and happy.
I share with you some of the most personal experiences of my own life and how after 40 years I realised my dreams, I understood my true potential, I overcame fear, anxiety, depression, I began earning money from my passion, I walked away from negative people and situations, I moved to my dream location and transformed my life in ways I never could have previously imagined! I learnt how not only to empower myself, but also to pass on what I had learnt to others.
Contents
1 About the author
2 Step 1 Self-reflection
3 Step 2 Realising your dreams
4 Step 3 Creative visualisation
5 Step 4 Critical assessment
6 Step 5 Setting goals
7 Step 6 Conquering fear
8 Step 7 Gratitude
9 Quotes
About The Author
If someone would have told me a few years ago I would be publishing the 7-step programme, I would never have believed them!
I want to share with you an insight into my life to give you a better understanding of how I came to discover the 7 steps, and how I know it can work for you, too!
I was raised by my single mother until she remarried when I was six. I was an only child. We lived on a rough council estate. I’d never met my father: he introduced himself to me when I was five; he turned up on our doorstep, informed me he was my genetic father and how I should forget him as I now had a new dad! I had always hoped he would turn up. That day he asked me to hug him goodbye which tore my little heart apart, I held him so tightly and prayed he wouldn’t leave me, but my wish wasn’t to be granted. He stayed with me for no longer than ten minutes, and then in later years he made contact with me through letters.
I was eleven the next time I physically saw him. My family made no secret that they hated him and how I was just like him.
I had a deep fear of men from a young age, with little understanding of where this stemmed from. My mother had a form of OCD: everything had to be clean and in its place, and the house was always immaculate. If anything was ever broken or damaged I would know about it.
The first time I ran away from home I was just five years of age, wearing only a nightie and red wellington boots and with a fabric umbrella. It was dark outside; I can still feel my heart pounding! I ran through that rough estate, trembling and cold, and sat under a slide on a park. Although I was scared I recall feeling safer alone in the dark unknown than inside my own home! That feeling and situation remained throughout my childhood.
At six years old I had to be rushed to the doctor’s as it was believed that I had concussion. I had been picked up by the throat and thrown into our airing cupboard. I had spilt a tiny bit of clear nail varnish onto the new carpet in my bedroom. I remember pulling on the back of her nightie and saying, “Mummy, I’m so sorry.” I was terrified but recall feeling relieved as she reacted in a calm way, telling me not to worry. I led her upstairs to my bedroom. She bent down to examine the carpet. After locating the tiny spillage she stood up, scrunched her face, grabbed me by my throat and lifted me up and threw me across the room. My head hit the cupboard door so hard I felt the inside of my head shake, and the next thing I remember she was filling the bathroom sink full of cold water. She pulled me up, pulled back my hair and a hand forced my head into the sink, I’ll never forget my head bouncing off the clay.
She then later took me to the doctor’s as I was clearly showing signs of illness. I recall the doctor sitting smiling at my mum, flirting in fact, and just saying, “Give her Paracodol.” I thought this man was going to be the man who would help me, but he never did.
There were many violent episodes: once she held me down under the water whilst I was taking a bath. I can’t remember what I had done to provoke the situation. I was tied to a radiator for laughing, forced to sit at a dining table until early hours to finish all food and held down on the floor and assaulted if I refused or attempted to sneak off. When I was ten years old, social services were called to my home. My headmaster had noticed the bruises on my body. He took me into his office, sat me down and asked how the bruises had occurred. I held back but the bruising was all around my wrists and arms. He explained that no one has any right to hurt me. He explained it was serious and he had no choice but to contact social services. I was petrified to return home that day and had to inform my mum what had happened, I remember mum rehearsing what should be said to social services, running it by my stepdad. She was being really nice to me. I recall feeling so happy that she was showing me caring attention!
That same evening social services attended our home to carry out an assessment. They asked to check my bedroom and they were satisfied that everything looked immaculate! Not once did they question me! Growing up as a child was a very unhappy experience for me. I did not feel love, I was not shown love, I was treated as if I shouldn’t have been there. My mum would constantly remind me that I was a mistake, that I would never understand what she sacrificed to have me. I remember her stripping me off: I must have been about seven years old. She took all my clothes away from me and she sat me on the cold tiles on the doorstep and said, “You came into this world with nothing and you’re going to go back out of it with nothing. You will sit there until you understand not to ask for any more than what you have.” People passed by, trying to avoid eye contact with me.
My childhood was an extremely lonely one: I had no one I could confide in. I’d find the occasional friend but they could never help me. I remember feeling jealous watching them with their loving families and homes. My mum’s first marriage was extremely volatile; it ended after just five years. I recall my mum blaming me and saying I was the reason that he had left.
My mom had several partners: a few moved in with us at different stages. One of her partners became violent towards me: his daughter would stay over. He would wake me at 6 am, give me breakfast and throw me out of the house, telling me he didn’t want me around to ruin the day. I would walk around the streets until I found a friend to spend time with.
My first sexual encounter happened when I was five years old. I was forced to give oral sex to a member of my family: he was seventeen years old. I could never tell my mum: she would never believe anything that I ever told her. She would say that I brought it upon myself. Things got pretty bad in my home: there was a lot of violence, a lot of shouting, mountains of abuse. I planned and attempted suicide; I was twelve years of age. I remember asking those around me at the time what I needed to do to make sure that it was done properly. I took over 120 paracetamol, 90 ibuprofen, 20 aspirin, a whole tub of something called Fennings, little healers and some unknown to me. I drank a whole bottle of Tia Maria then went to bed. I remember thinking I never ever want to wake up again: life was too painful.
I must have woken up in the middle of the night being sick. I remember my mum was on the phone and I just walked downstairs and out of the front door. She was on the phone, it must have been around 3 am. I had a boyfriend at the time aged 22. I went to his home and told him and begged him not to tell anybody. I said I just wanted to say goodbye. He took me back to my home but was too afraid to say anything to her. She started going crazy, saying that there was sick everywhere in my room, screaming, “What the hell have you done?” I just said I wanted to go to bed. I must have continued being sick as she came into my room and reminded me how much mess I was making. She found empty paracetamol wrappers. She screamed, “Have you taken these?” I shook my head but from the state of me it was obviously clear.
I was rushed into hospital and the doctors did not think I would survive but by the Grace of God within three days I was out of that hospital. I remember feeling extremely disappointed: not only did I have to face mockery at school, I