Live a better life. Enjoy more fulfilling and rewarding relationships, by uncovering your True Self. We have an enormous daily impact on the people we work with, and the people we love. Just a small change in our inner view of ourselves changes our entire presentation to others and can change the way others react to us.

The relationship we have with the self is the most crucial spiritual challenge we face. This book presents a nine-step program, packed with personal stories and useful exercises, which shows you how to change yourself-and others.

In a recent interview on CNN’s Business Unusual, Dr. Gardner explained how the discovery of your True Self will bring joy into your relationships. "No need to study communication skills or conflict resolution," she explained, "simply discover and accept who you really are and watch the change it creates in yourself and others."

"Dr. Gardner’s Self-Discovery Solution has given me access to my creativity and helped me find my right path in life. I’ve participated in many self-help programs in the past, but this program gave me the key to unlock my True Self."

Sherry Thompson, V.P.
Major Scientific Books

"Brilliant. Those seekers of personal growth will find this to be an important book for their library."

Carolyn David, Board of Directors
Unity Church

Dr Jayne Gardner is the extraordinary personal growth coach, author, speaker, and creator of How to Change Other People: The Self-Discovery Solution. Her gift to the world and her gift to you may not be obvious at first. She will guide you, hold a space for you, and see the True Self inside you, until you make the discovery for yourself. Then it will hit you, she has given you life’s greatest gift – yourself – your True Self.

Jayne Gardner obtained her Doctorate of Philosophy in Counseling from the University of North Texas, Denton, Texas, in 1989. She has been in private practice, counseling and coaching, both nationally and internationally, since 1985. Her clientele includes families, individuals, businesses and corporations.

My life was a mess, and that meant I was a mess. I just didn’t know it. After all, I had a doctorate in counseling and was diligently working on my "issues." But my husband of twenty-plus years and I were separating, so I sought spiritual guidance from the pastor of a church near where I lived. Several people I respected had read his books and liked his more liberal interpretations of the Bible. My faith in God needed shoring up, and I figured that I could get a booster shot of faith from someone as wise as he was supposed to be. I had no idea how God related to the mess I was in, but some small voice in me told me to find out. I eagerly anticipated our meeting and looked forward to a solution to my problems.

I decided it would be okay to go in, although I was early. It seemed too dark and too early in the morning for a professional meeting. But this man of God said he was available for an early morning meeting only, and I was eager to please him. Although my day was tightly scheduled with patients, I adjusted my schedule to fit his. That was my first mistake.

I locked my car door and quickly walked to the dark side entrance. I could see the sun rising on the other side, but the shadows on my side of the building swallowed me. I didn't know if anyone was in the church yet. There were no other cars in the parking lot. I thought that a high-profile man with his own televised church service was probably chauffeured to work or parked in his own private space. He was, after all, senior minister of one of the largest Protestant churches in the country. But I was only guessing. I had no idea about the lifestyle of someone so powerful.

Thinking about his status and position made me nervous. I had heard about him all my life because I had been brought up in the same denomination, and my uncle, our family's best and brightest, was a minister also. I knew he would be pleased that I’d sought help from our town's most popular minister.

Now I had a chance to explain my situation and sorrow to a wise person recognized in the Christian world as an authority on such matters. I pushed aside the nervousness of confiding in a stranger by reassuring myself with my family’s opinion of him.

The side entrance was open, so I went in. Once more I was swallowed by shadows, as if the darkness was trying to warn me of what was to come. Another person might have been scared in such a huge, dark building, but growing up in the church meant that for me the familiar space felt safe, like the sanctuary it was. I was reminded of my grandmother’s advice when I was a child: you can always find the light on in your pastor’s study in time of need. Unafraid, I walked through the church looking for that light.

I found the women’s restroom instead and ducked in to make sure I looked all right. I surveyed myself in the full-length mirror and felt I was suitable for the meeting. I looked good on the outside even if my insides were a bit squeamish.

Eventually I found the business office. Because of the early hour, I wasn't surprised that the secretary wasn’t there. For a moment I wondered at the meeting's clandestine character, but I quickly dismissed any fear. The minister knew my uncle, I reminded myself. Being generous with his time was just a professional courtesy. But I was flattered by the meeting’s intimacy.