You don't believe in ghosts ?
You're going to change your mind.
My house destroyed my life.
"Our houses are alive."
I had a stable job as an English teacher and married life didn't appear too complicated. My life was simple and uneventful, that is, until the day everything took a dramatic turn for the worse.
April 8th, 1997: I purchased the house of my dreams.
April 10th, 1997: Philippe, my husband, lost his job.
April 13th, 1997: We were involved in a serious car accident.
June 1997: I was weakened by major health problems due to the accident.
September 1997: A deep clinical depression set in…
This is just the start of a list that ended only when I had sold my house. Quickly, I began to reflect about the influences that my home might have had on my life. Meanwhile, I spent two long years living in a permanent nightmare before I became able to accept the unacceptable. After that, it took time to gain the capacity to understand what was happening to me, then to confront and free myself from that which was hiding in my house.
The story I tell reads like a novel. It contains a formidable message of hope for all those whose lives aren't going quite as planned and who dont understand why not.