Why I Give Away All Of The Proceeds Of My Best Selling Book

In honour of Mandy Rahimzadegan

In 2008 I was the Director of Education at a well known beauty services training college in Melbourne.
Every morning, one of the students, Mandy a 37-year-old mother of two, would cheerfully greet me, as she was dropped off by her husband before I arrived.
She was a wonderful woman, loved by everyone and a very talented hairdresser.
Mandy was actually the first outside of my family that knew I was pregnant because.

Like a lot of mums, for the first 14 weeks I had awful morning sickness.
I would open the door with my keys, throw her my handbag and bolt to the bathroom, worried I wasn’t going to make it in time to throw my head down the toilet.
She would bring in some water or tea and often a hair tie and give me that knowing look.
She never said anything to anyone until I announced it publicly.

I appreciated that.
All the staff  knew there was something up in Mandy’s life.
Often she came to the college, puffy eyed, tired and carrying large bags or suitcases.
She would missed several days in a row or would disappear for week.
You see, [bctt tweet=”Mandy was a victim of domestic violence and she was ashamed. She was ashamed that as a confident woman she was beaten for small insignificant things.”]

She was ashamed that she felt she could not protect her children.

She was ashamed because ‘just leaving’ wasnt as easy as it sounded.
I spoke to the police who gave me all the details of the local services that could assist but there was nothing I legally could do.
I felt helpless to assist this beautiful soul.
I knew, and she knew I knew.
The last day before my maternity leave, she blowwaved my hair, looked me square in the eyes and said

“your children will be blessed to have you as a mother.”

It was the last day I ever saw her.
In December 2011 Mandy went missing.
It was all over the news.
Her husband crying, pleading for help from the police and public to find her.
And find her they did.
Buried underneath the new backyard patio of her home a few suburbs away from mine, beaten and strangled to death.
He had killed her.
A little part of my soul died that day.
We are currently 7 weeks into 2015 and 15 women have been killed by family and domestic violence already this year.
And that my friend, is why donate all the proceeds of my best selling book, Confident You, Top Self Confidence Boosters For Women, to a wonderful charity called Impact For Women.

They support women and children who are fleeing domestic violence often with nothing more that the clothes that they are wearing.
You can find out more about Impact For Women here, you cangrab a copy of my book with ALL the proceeds going to charity.
If you live in or around Melbourne I am speaking at International Women’s Day in Rowville about Impact for Women, family and domestic violence and how our community can help.

Impact also have a packing day where we are putting together 690 hampers for the Victorian women who will spend Mothers Day in a crisis shelter.

Email if you want to find out more.