Jillian Rose is but one of the personalities of Leandri Geldenhuys.
This is the more mature side of the multi-genre author who will be dabbling with the issues not many dare to express.
The first novel of this persona is called “Undiscovered”
What is this about? Well, the main character is called Leah. Her husband of 15 years, and the father of her two sons, decided it was time to just leave without a word. Leah doesn’t know why, but he never came home and sent a message; yeah I know right?! A stinking bloody message! Claiming that he won’t be coming home.
Now that’s enough to piss anyone off. Well, Leah has some major issues concerning this betrayal, including some anger management.
Being forced to seek help, Leah sets off on an adventure of self-discovery. Sounds very Eat, Pray, Love, I know, but I guarantee that this is no traveling matter. She starts exploring everything about herself and how she lost her identity as a woman.
We will be seeing some creative ways in which Leah finds herself, deals with her husband’s betrayal, discovering that resentment from her childhood played a staggering deal in the fact that her self-esteem is at an all-time low, and learning that the lives of those around her have not been as easy as she would have thought.
Leah thought her life would end when her husband left, but leaving was the best thing he could’ve done for her.
Rediscover the Undiscovered.
The next morning I felt even more exhausted than the night before if that was even possible. Jules’ story kept playing in my mind the whole night. What was she feeling when it happened? What went through her mind? Why did she hide it from me? Was she really OK or is she just saying it? Did the good doc really help her? While drinking my morning coffee my eyes scanned my half opened handbag seeing the journal I took from the store. Part of me wanted to open it up and write while another part of me wanted to shove the book so far down into the bag so that it will get lost. I tried thinking about other things for a while, but Jules and the journal kept popping up in my mind.
After I couldn’t handle it anymore, I retrieved the journal and made myself comfortable on the couch. Holding the pen ready to write out all my frustrations, I suddenly went blank. I didn’t know what to write. Reliving my appointment with Dr. Sawyer, I thought about starting with the confession, but the question was how to begin?
Forgive me for I have sinned, it’s been forever since my last confession.
I am filled with rage and hate. I feel unworthy. I am no one. My thoughts aren’t pure when it comes to what I would do if I saw HIM again.
Probably run him over with my car.