“Stand, the fuck, up”

You spend four hours packing things that are from another life. Things that you need to fit into your new life. Most of it you don’t even want but out of financial necessity, you know you need to. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to just start completely over? However, practicality needs the front seat. So you spend half your day packing up stuff. Things. Your things. His things. Things that use to be your things. Packing them away for a new life. Your world has been shattered and split into numerous boxes to go to different places. It’s all stuff. Things. And none of it matters. It’s not your home anymore. And it’s funny how quickly your realize that it no longer feels like home. This place you you once loved so much and had so much hope for. THIS was going to be the happy place. Each one of the 8 or so homes that you lived in you thought would be the happy place. This would be the place that wouldn’t have bad memories left behind. A memory of a bad fight. A memory of a drunken or sleepless night. They all carried them. You left them and moved on and this one is no different.

And now you know that things will never be the same. You will never be the same. You don’t know what that looks like yet but you know you feel different. You exist. And you can feel that you exist. Some may understand that statement and some may not but that’s the best way I can explain it. At this point you just exist and you just “stand, the fuck, up”. That is a quote from one of my favorite books. “This is Happy” by Camilla Gibb. And that is one of my favorite quotes because that is really what you have to do. It is complicated but also so simple. When life knocks you down. When circumstances knock you down. When situations knock you down. That’s what you do. You are going to need to remind yourself that many times in your journey but always always always… just “stand, the fuck, up”. I did not stand up for almost 24 years. He never thought I would. He was wrong.

Walking Tall

I have gone through a huge transformation over the past 4 years.  I have made great progress in my professional career, my personal relationships and my physical well being allowing my confidence level to soar! 

After living for so long in a negative environment and not being encouraged to believe in myself, my mental health took a beating.  I walked behind people with my eyes glued to the ground and my shoulders slumped.  I let people tell me what to do and when to do it because I believed that what I had to say didn’t matter.  I was wrong.

Last year I had a conversation with a new friend about how tall I am.  I am 5’2”.  She did not believe me. She gave me one of the greatest compliments that I have ever had.  She said “but you seem so much taller”.  Her words hit me in the heart.  And I believe she meant it.  I believe it because I no longer walk with my shoulders slumped and my eyes glued to the floor.  I walk tall.  I walk proud.  Because I am. 

Working on my mental health is an ongoing battle and not an easy one.  It is a daily struggle of ‘walking tall’.  Of holding my head up and facing the day without fear.  Some days I win.  Some days I don’t. But every day I get up and I try.  One of the things that has been instrumental in my mental health has been my physical health.  I began exercising regularly almost 4 years ago.  I started out slow.  And each year I push myself harder.  And the harder I push myself, the easier it becomes to get up and try.  I truly believe without a shadow of doubt that my increased physical health has saved my mental health.

Physical health does so much for us.  Research it.  There are countless articles that support this.  Our energy. Our mood.  Our confidence.  The benefits are truly endless in regards to our mental health.  I have become such a huge advocate for physical wellness that I am working on becoming a fitness trainer.  Something I never thought I would be able to do. But if this journey has taught me anything, it is that anything is possible. Any purpose can be my purpose. If I can help one person achieve better mental health through increased physical health then… well… getting up every day and trying just became a little easier!

Be your best you. Live healthy.

The Beginning

It was January 6th, 2016. I took a kitchen garbage bag and I stuffed a few toiletries and a few clothes and I went to work as I normally do at my usual time. It was the only way I could think of to leave undetected. I had no intention of going home that day. That was the beginning.

I was terrified but in a numb sort of way. Shock, fear, disbelief and numbness. I did it. I got out. Or so I thought. I had no idea that you don’t just walk out and your life changes. It doesn’t happen that way. It’s just not that easy. The road ahead is not going to be what I expect and the journey had just begun. A series of failures and triumphs. Not in that order. You fall down and you get back up again. Sometimes you don’t feel like it and sometimes it takes longer but you always get back up again.

My whole adult life felt like someone was telling me who I should be. Who I was. Who I wasn’t. What I could and could not do. What I liked. What I didn’t. I call it mind control. I don’t know how else to describe it. Where your normal becomes the unacceptable, the unacceptable becomes your normal. It took me years to realize that my definition of normal was not acceptable. Then it took me years to realize that I couldn’t fix it. Then it took me more years to find the courage to walk away.

It is odd that when this story first began, I thought that I had a direction and a purpose. I did not. It was just step one. I did not comprehend how many other purposes I would need to discover. How many other directions would and could be presented to me. There is no GPS for this life and that is a good thing. Even if I could just punch in the end destination, would I choose to go on auto-pilot? No. How can I choose to miss all the amazing ways that I am discovering who I am and what I am capable of?

There are no ‘if only’s’ in this story. You will never read them because I will never write them. We are who we are because of what we live. More specifically, what we learn (and do not learn) from what we live. I like who I am. I hold my head up and will do so for the rest of my life. One of the biggest lessons I have learned is that to love myself is to embrace my journey and give it the proper place in my heart.

“Sometimes it’s the journey that teaches you a lot about your destination”


P.S. Please do not read my story and feel sorry for me. I do not feel sorry for me and neither should you. I found a better path and the courage to walk it. Read my story and, if you can, practice compassion and understanding for the family member, friend, neighbor that is trying to pack their own kitchen garbage bag.

Little Girl Dreams

I did not dream up this life when I was a little girl.  Like any other little girl, I dreamed of the big beautiful wedding with the gorgeous white dress that everyone would adore.  I dreamed of the beautiful and spacious home I would have.  I dreamed of all the friends I would be surrounded by.  I dreamed of sharing my life with the man of my dreams and the perfect kids we would have.  I dreamed as most any other little girls did.

No one dreams of getting divorced.  Of financial stress.  Of troubled kids that worry you every day.  Of getting cancer or some other disease.  We don’t dream of these things and yet they happen.  Life. Happens.  It is messy and it is complicated and it is hard.  This is what life may bring us and if we keep trying, we still get out of bed every morning and strive for better.  If we keep trying, we will have people that make us laugh and love and stand tall.  If we keep trying, we will make it through this messy life and find joy and peace and pride.  If we keep trying.  If we never stop trying.

Welcome to my messy life.  Welcome to my Blog.  I hope that you get something from it.  Mostly, I hope that you see that you are not alone.  Your messy life runs parallel to mine and so many others.  Our struggles will differ.  But our trying should be uniform.


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