Today I had probably the most empowering and emotionally gratifying moment of my life and I’m pretty sure no one noticed. That’s actually the emotionally gratifying part, strangely. That I was able to actually see that the moments that hold the most weight and take up the most space in your heart should be shared with others but they don’t mean anything if they don’t primarily occur within your own self. More importantly, I was able to see those moments finally happen in me.
When I saw a glimpse of my old self today for the first time in about 7 years I regained the little bit of hope that I’d lost believing I’d ever see me again. That me is the one who has driven me to literally hundreds of late night ‘google research’ sessions – 6 different doctors, 3 false diagnoses, 2 surgical procedures (that it turns out I may not have actually needed) and about 5,000 eye rolls from people who thought I was crazy, lazy or just a big baby ☺️👼
It turns out there was one thing standing between me and the answer and that, my friends, was everybody else – whose judgements slowly started to make me doubt
a) things would ever change and
b) that I wasn’t just a whiny person who was just too tired and weak to be the person I ever was before
So – I stopped talking. I started to listen to me – that’s exactly who eventually ended up finding the answer anyways (minus the co-pay, to boot). One central constantly growing and multiplying cause of about 16 different chronically relentless symptoms that vary from mild to debilitating and have prevented me from healing, growing and beginning the second life I so deserve.
So, it turns out that ‘google research’ paid off – it’s provided me with a specific way to get back to me and if it means giving up my wine & cheese (& gluten) for the next 6 months to a year then it means that it’s a challenge I am able to accept and overcome. Because every other challenge I’ve ever overcome has been assigned to me in some way – this one I asked for. It’d just be lame to give up now. After all, throughout this whole personal inventory via psychology.com, wikipedia and WebMD, I’ve learned things that have finally given me enough insight to finish my story. Because the only thing that was missing all along was my voice – “And I’ve been quiet for too long” 🗣🗣
I've always had an appreciation for accessories and in 2014, while living in New York City and having recently left my full-time job to start the what would become 2 year process of detox and recovery from opiate addiction, the urge to 'impulse-shop' was stronger than ever. So, one morning instead of heading to Madison Ave, I hopped the F-Train to Chinatown, bought some beads and pliers and by dissecting my designer bling, I taught myself to manufacture my own material. It just so happens that, unbeknownst to me at the time, beading became a coping mechanism - you know what they say about 'idle hands' after all. Now, having returned home to the peace & comfort of Pennsylvania, I design my pieces with the purpose of others in mind - to inspire luck, to heal and to prosper - but above all, I create to continue to survive, eventually thrive & to enjoy the beauty of being alive.
View more posts