Thursday, November 14, 2019

“Do the Next Right Thing” - Inspiration from Frozen II and Veronica Mars



It’s a factor of life that awful horrible things can happen to anyone. And a good chunk of the time it isn’t anybody’s fault or it is but you’re so far removed from them. 


Tragedy happens and sometimes we’re left with bruises and scars that we don’t know how to begin to process. And as I sit her battling IBS & a killer migraine, I’m having to remind myself of exactly that - none of my current situation is my fault or even really under my control. 


The pain and the sadness that contributes to this mess are scars, old bruises, and haunted memories of a little girl having to grow up too soon. And what breaks my heart is I got away easy - I was surrounded by love at home and felt like the four of us could take on anything. 


I never went into those battles alone and later when I did/am I know I have a safe place to fall back too. Not many people have that. 


So if you’re facing darkness & tragedy this day - I’m truly sorry and you are not alone. Hunker down, regroup, and let those wounds heal into scars.




Feeling really rough today. But appreciating how blessed I am that I can take this time to heal because of the amazing people supporting & encouraging me. 


It’s not pretty or easy but I know it’ll be worth it.


It will be worth it. 


@hopes.still.here


#authenticityjourney  

Friday, October 18, 2019

Sorry I’ve been gone, trying to heal some scars

I’m sorry I’ve not been so attentive to the blog. I’ve been battling a horrendously bad IBS flare. I will try better. 

I’ve been realizing over the past couple days that the demons I’m working to free myself from now are truly just the scars of long ago epic scary moments (still having trouble saying the word “trauma”). While some of you are no doubtingly saying “Duh,” hold up a minute. 

Those scars are from the scariest moments of my life; often occurring when I didn’t have the tools to handle. I didn’t ever know there was a toolbox. We all do the best we can with what we have at the time. 

My mode of coping was denial, trying to be invisible or keep everybody happy, and denying some more. And darn if I wasn’t good at it; I buried those scars so deep not only can you not see them but I completely forgot they were there. 

I’m writing all of this to selfishly get those scars out there. I’m hoping that if I get this out, if I own the scars that I have & learn to accept them; healing them won’t feel so hard. 

I do hope that this will help someone else, bring a little hope, and remind us all that nobody knows what someone else has going on behind the scenes. 



#endthestigma #authenticityjourney #ptsdawareness #youarenotalone 

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

This might be a thing

I caught myself focusing on the past a few days ago & I became so angry. Angry at how I’m doing this hard work of healing and the people or situations that hurt me just keep going on like nothing ever happened.


It reminded me a little of how after my dad died - I felt that the world had just ended and everyone else kept chugging along. 


In both situations, it’s like I’m searching for someone or something to validate or show some sort of awareness of the damage done and how different my life is. 


(I’m belting out “Cry” by @faithhill over and over again.) 


What if it’s nobody’s fault I have a different life now? 


What if no person or thing caused my scars? 


What if it was something more evil that can only be fixed by one thing, God? 


What if I have to let go of all the pain and fight & trust Him to do as He says? 




I have to let go and trust God ... Okay this might be a thing. 




#authenticityjourney #ptsdawareness #longpost #chooselove #letgoandletgod 

Friday, June 7, 2019

Only Got Space for Love Now, No More Being Angry At A Past

I was in middle school when things started getting tough for me & my family; my dad fought cancer off & on for 11 years; he died when I was 19; my mom got sick 3 years later & fights every day. 


We all survived. 


I survived & throughout the years I didn’t have many people who reached out to me to say “I’m here” “I’m sorry” or “this sucks”. 


So all I knew was what I figured out for myself & when I was willing to share with my family. 


I blame no one & I have no anger in my heart for anyone. 


Truthfully.


I love my family. I have nothing but love for anybody or any place I traveled through. 


And for those that did reach out: thank you isn’t enough for all the comfort, love, & acceptance you have given me - oftentimes doing so in spite of my stubborn self.




I feel this quote in my bones & I had to remind myself of that today.


I survived


And now I’m taking the time I need to build a healthier stronger life.


I got nothing but love for people & I’m working on nothing but love for myself.

Friday, May 31, 2019

Here Goes Nothing

I’ve spent all month trying to muster the courage to share this. 




This is me at a really low point and something I’m a little proud of - I had caught myself right before a panic attack. 


I noticed my triggers, I used my tools (lavender oil, my Daddy’s sweet tea, weighted blanket), I told my mom - a way of owning what I was feeling. And then I took a step back using my tools to breathe & ground myself before going to bed. 


I focused in on @lauren_daigle ‘s album & in the corner of my mind I started taking pictures with my phone. I wanted to have proof. 


Proof how music still heals me.


Proof that I can pull myself back from the scariest part of my PTSD - panic attacks. 


Proof for others to know there is light out there. They are not alone. That darkness haunts me too. 


You are not alone; I am not alone. 


And hopefully by being brave tonight I’m less ashamed. 


Mental health is a normal part of daily life & is vitally important for everyone’s overall well-being. 


I’m not ashamed, I’m terrified of people’s judgement. 


But this is me, the real me, and there is nothing wrong with me. 


So if you feel that darkness - I see you and you matter.


 #authenticityjourney #ptsdawareness

Monday, May 13, 2019

Progress :)

Got some reports back today and there’s a plan - a way to get back on steady ground & build the life I want. And that plan is great but what’s even better is - validation


Over the past fifteen years, I’ve had teachers, principals, doctors, counselors, & even specialists call me or call the chronic disorders I live with as “crazy”, “attention seeking,” “psychosomatic” and a whole host of other things I will not give any more power to. 


But to be here with a treatment plan & reports in hand, this feels AMAZING. I’m not even mad at those people; I’m ten times more grateful for the good people I did have. 


(Just next time, try to be more understanding & don’t forget kids do have ears too) 


I’m only at step one and that’s okay. There’ll be more, harder steps to come. But I think I got a little of my fire back now

 



#authenticityjourney #endthestigma #warrior 

Thursday, May 9, 2019

Today Was Rough

Today was hard for reasons I don’t understand - 

I was told to relax before I start treatment & I’m not sure I know how, 

A friend helped me out on the spur of the moment but I hadn’t having to ask, 

My eyes feel droopy but my heart and brain are racing which is just plain weird - 




So I guess my question is: 

“Do I have to? 

Do I have to feel all this to heal? 

Isn’t there a cheat code or something? Are we sure the old way didn’t work?” 


Yeah I know I started this #authenticityjourney but honestly not feeling it today. 


#ptsdsucks 

#emotionallyexhausted