Sometimes we have to speak our redemption long before we feel it.

We reach out to the broken hearted not to fix them, but to show them how equally broken we truly are as well.

The rescued are actually the rescuers.

Reinforcing love and affection in one another is something that may not always be tangible, but it is there.

Creating an essence of acceptance.

To defy stereotypes, stigmas, and hate.

To experience one another in a way that cannot be simply explained.

To love people in ways we didn’t know existed.

A safe space of encouragement and admiration.

To be connected.

To be known.

I’m ready for my life to have color again, and it is happening.

Unconditional Love

I am constantly shocked by the idea of unconditional love.

How can it be possible?

How can someone pursue me no matter what my heart’s condition is?

How can You love me through it all?

There is so much freedom in that.

How much power would you feel if you truly felt the depths of unconditional love to its fullest degree?

It’s so deep.

His love touches every single crack of the earth, every crack of our heart.

How can You know my every detail and design and still be so proud?

You are fully proud of who I am even when I am not.

You hold Your head up high and claim me in a crowded room.

You go before me.

Your name holds power in the darkest of nights.

How is it that even when I don’t feel you, I know you are there?

I know the truths that you tell me, which I cling to when every thing else is crashing.

You calm every compulsion.

You ease all anxiety.

You bring my empty heart the deepest joy.

You are eternal peace.

You welcome emotions.

You love emotion.

You love when we openly express ourselves and show the world our true colors.

You are proud of every single thing.

That’s what keeps me coming back every time, Your unconditional, unfailing love.

Your love does not sway back-and-forth depending on the mood.

Your love does not leave when things do not make sense.

You are steadfast when emotions are swinging from end to end.

What could possibly be more calming then having the largest pendulum of emotions, and knowing that You acknowledge and feel each and every one of them?

How can Your love be so deep?

How can it constantly calm the sea?

How does it always know the exact answer needed for every single question?

Your beauty remains so vastly unknown, no one knows Your depths.

You are the most mysterious thing, the most hopeful source.

Every day you give me reasons to live.

Reasons to speak, breathe, laugh, and enjoy.

You always remind me of why it is worth it.

You make life so worth it.

Your unconditional love is the everlasting answer.




The mind, what a brutally beautiful thing.

What is your mind full of?

Do your thoughts elegantly meander their way into your presences, or do they rush in like an unceasing wave?

Spinning circles that seem to have no end.

Passion, what is your passion?

What makes you breathe?

Will you allow it to flow through your head into your soul?

What will be enough for you?

Who will be enough for you?

What brings on your worst fears?

What if the very thing that you believe wants to do away with your life is here to replenish it.

It is here to make you a new being.

A creature more magnificent than you could imagine.

It wants to take your spirit and dignify you when you feel like you have nothing left.

Your skin inhales potential.

Potential swarms our existence just waiting for us to reach out and capture it.


Spend your time loving immensely.

Love has no end.

It never begins with you nor will it end with you.

Do not allow yourself to become jaded and calloused over the foolish mistakes of the world.

Embrace your circumstances and make them your own.

Embrace your soul and everything that lies within you.

Satisfy your system with things that will last.

Exemplify your uniqueness.

Don’t be afraid to love.

Don’t be afraid to lose it.


Passion floods through my bones, through my whole body.

The desire to know every soul.

To know true love that is everlasting.

The kind of love that is there when every crack of your being is poured out and there is nothing else to hide, no where else to run, no where else to go.

I want to be known.

What do you do when your passion overflows into every portion of your life and you can hardly make sense of it?

Where do you turn when your heart is spilled into every square inch of your macrocosm?


It is time to embrace.

Allow yourself to be known through your own discovery.

Do not wait for someone to show you what you can show yourself.

Embrace your cracks.

Love your unique ability to feel in ways that seem unobtainable.

Let the screams from your heart overflow as you formulate its true beauty.

Focus on your soul.

Focus on the great depths of your being.

Breathe in smooth, uprooting affection.

Be vulnerable, let yourself love, let yourself feel the weight of reality, allow yourself to heal, appreciate your past.

Life is to short to not love with a passion that runs deeper than any human could ever imagine.

April 3, 2017

This may sound strange, but I have never known God was more real then when I started to question Him.

To be frank, in the past year there have been moments when I have thought I despised God, creation, the fall, and so many other stories from the Bible.

I started to question this strange thing that I had worshiped and felt so passionately for.

Why was I praising something that did not care for me?

Why have I invested and devoted 20 years to something that I felt nothing from?

A million thoughts have run wild in my brain in times of doubt, but that is when I know Jesus is there the most.

I feel my heart desiring to be deeper with this “God.”

I feel myself wanting to be known.

I feel my mind waiting for Him to fill it with peace that supersedes all things.

Why would I long for any of these things if I did not know He was real from the very beginning?

If God truly was not there and has not ever existed, my heart would not long so intensely for something bigger than humanity.

God’s quietness, and what has felt like His abandonment has never been more eye opening to me then it is right now.

Yet to anyone, including myself, this all sounds disgusting.

Why would I even want to worship something that does not comfort me in my greatest times of despair?


But right now even in my time of need I know He is here because I would not have the boldness to write this if I was not sure.

So that brings me back to this statement, “did He ever really leave, or has He always remained?”

My deep love, longing, and strength would not come from a relationship that was just handed to me.

I have realized people don’t want to hear a powerful story from someone who almost went through something…and then God saved them from it.

People want to speak to people that God has worked with through their struggles.

This is why in my times of complete doubt, I know God has never been more relevant.

Since December 2015 I have been battling this anger, but I realized my relationship with God has never been more raw and real than it has been this past year of pain and sorrow.

I realized that even if my relationship with God has lately been full of anger, doubt, and insecurity…it is still a relationship and that is something to be acknowledged.

If my relationship with Christ was truly severed, I would not be full of questions and concerns.

I would have been full of complete complacency and unbiased opinions.

This anger is fuel to knowing there is more.

Even painful character traits can be used for complete beauty.

Ashes rise up time and time again into a creature that is far greater than ever before.


I can’t seem to understand why I feel like I am always missing something?

What is this empty pit that lingers inside of me when life is so good.

There shouldn’t be sadness.

I hate the silence, when it is just me, myself, and my thoughts.

I would think that after going to counseling for quite sometime I would be okay with encountering myself alone but I still dread it.

There are so many things I expect to happen that never do.

It can be so damaging.

My heart lingers for things that don’t exist because our society makes us believe in the unrealistic and unobtainable.

My thoughts seem to disturb me with disruptive behavior.

My mind is fogged with what should have been. Who I could have been. And where I need to be.

The past pulls and grabs at my feet, but I keep my eyes straight ahead.

I know there will be a finish line.

I will reach the ultimate, but until then, I will thrive.

Whether I am enchanted or deceived my questions remain the same.

I want to know the answers.

Knowledge is so beautiful but it is destructive.

What if I know too much?

What if I know nothing at all?

My anticipation causes me anxiety.

My emotions are my worst enemy and my first love.

My thoughts swallow me after the sun goes down, reminding me of what hurts the most.

They bring comfort and peace, they know me.

But I won’t be fooled; for I know the heart is deceitful.

Exhaustion wants to settle in.

Apathy wants to take over.

But I know that somewhere, hope wants and will always sustain.

Endlessly Evolving

Self-awareness, relaxation, self-reflection, humanity, self-realization, existence.

All these words spin circles in my head.

Do I have a healthy image of others and myself?

Am I choosing to live for every single day or just existing?

It is hard for me to look back at my past and see how much time was wasted resenting my own life.

Too many days slipped by filled with endless sorrow and self-pity.

So much time taken for granted.

We can take life for granted so easily.

We can take a single breath for granted.

We can take our moments within a day for granted.

We can take people’s words for granted.

I look back at times in my life when I had no earthly idea how beautiful the moments were that I was enduring because I was too caught up in myself.

Now I spend every day trying to make up for lost time.

I try to take every breath as a sign of elegant existence.

I try to look at my surroundings no matter what they might be and be thankful that I am even able to reach out my hand and tangibly feel the very things that may be causing me pain.

Sensing yourself and your feelings means you are living.

Getting your head and heart on the same level helps reconnect you with yourself.

Too many life-changing experiences are missed just by our own apathy.

My own apathy and discouragement was beginning to take my life away.

And now I want it back.

It has been an entire year since I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder as well as OCD, and every once and a while it still feels surreal to me.

Sometimes I struggle with coming to terms with it, and other times I am fully comfortable with accepting it.

But the longer I go on through life not accepting myself and instead accepting isolation, the farther I grow from humanity and the more I seep into my own secluded existence.

I want to reach out and identify with the rest of humankind.

I want to walk beside others and share moments of pain but replace them with hope.

I feel certain that my past is my past.

I will never have to go through this past year again.

It was by far the most emotional year of my life and I do not ever want to turn back.

I don’t want to be an innocent infant stuck in nothing but her own skin ever again.

I never want to be a confused and lost child again.

I do not want to be a hated middle-schooler again.

I never want to be a depressed and suicidal teen again.

I don’t want to be a resentful, angry, vacant freshman in college again.

I want to be in the here and now and go from there.

Both apathy and passion can kill us.

When passion is placed in the wrong places and people it can kill us.

When apathy surpasses all things because we have lost hope in all people and places, it can kill us.

The key to life is balance.

How are you balancing your life style right now?

Do you love yourself?

Are you taking care of yourself everyday?

Self-care and self-awareness can save us.

Self-awareness has changed my life.

It has made me feel like the most disgusting yet satisfied person I can be.

An unhealthy view of self can ruin you and your relationships.

Unhealthy views and standards for ourselves can isolate and kill.

One of my best friends is always reminding me that we MUST appreciate the small steps we take in life, because those advancements eventually help us obtain our ultimate goal.

We are all in transit. We are endlessly evolving. And we are forever progressing if we so choose to.

Inhale, exhale.

As I breathe in deeply, I exhale anxiety.

In my breath, I hold the power to move forward.

What is it about the air?

When it is at perfect temperature it satisfies my bones so much to the point that I can be so weak yet feel so strong?

Some may say when they look out into the distance, among the sky, the water, or the mountains…that it makes them feel minuscule.

But I feel empowered.

The purified pink sky with its orange undertones fill my lungs until there is no more space.

No worry.

No remorse.

I am exhaling fear.

Rejection runs through my veins and up into my throat until it suffocates me.

I could hate my body, myself, and my actions, but when I step foot into the tall grass, I feel freedom.

I am exhaling guilt.

The warm air feels like silk against my skin.

The fresh, intense smells of a new season, I inhale.

And with that life-giving breath, I exhale.

Releasing all the pain and sorrow that thinks it still has a hold of me.

No matter what the pain of the past, present, or future holds, when I exhale, I feel redemption.

I lay, feeling the depths of despair; with roars of death and hopelessness my heart swells.

I lay there, exhausted, but unable to rest.

Tormented, yet unable to escape.

But when I breathe deeply, I remember that with every roar there is a whisper.

For every drop of pessimism there is a drip of hope.

For every tear, there is warmth.

It sends satisfaction through my bones as I remember the sunrise that awakens me every morning.

I wake up flooded by emotions.

I am filled with depression, rage, rejection, and disconnection, but when I remember to breath, I have the power to dismiss them.

I have the power to dismiss my toxic feelings because I have oxygen in my lungs, a heart with a pulse, and an empowered mind.



As I turned from page to page through my journal dated in 2010 my eyes welled up with tears.

I promised myself I would never look at any of my journal entries from throughout the past six years unless I was totally ready, and finally, I felt like I truly was.

I was so astonished; I laid in bed and cried all night long.

I have thought about publishing this blog post for the last month, but I guess I felt a little ashamed.

This is because about a month and a half ago my dad asked me , “who are you truly doing all this for? All the counseling, reading, and medication. Yourself or others?”

I felt my throat begin to swell up and my eyes shifted towards the floor because there was no doubt in my mind what the answer was.

I know I had been doing things for others instead of myself.

I had been doing things because I wanted people to accept me.

Maybe I am the only one to admit it…even though we all do.

I have a fear of being left, boring, aggravating, and forgotten.

I have loved being diagnosed this past year because it has given me so many answers, but it has also given me so many insecurities.

In order to get anywhere with the issues that actually hurt our inner being…there will always be an uphill battle.

As I have talked about in my previous blog posts, this past year has been very hard on my pride and me.

If I had any pride what so ever it has definitely been stripped of me.

I have heard criticism and I have applied it.

I have read books about my issues and I have absorbed them.

I have been given medication, and I have cooperated.

I go to counseling weekly and I am given life skills to better myself, consistently.

And I have decided I am tired of being judged by others, myself, and society.

I could not be more ready to move on to the accepting stage of my diagnosis.

I am ready to own who I am.

To no longer hate the face in the mirror, the heart that I hold, and the mind that is stuck within my far too small brain.

That’s exactly how it feels. Like I have a mind the size of Texas with only enough space for something as small as Rhode Island.

There is no where for my mind to go.

Its trapped within my brain which is trapped within my skull.

Which is trapped within my skin.

It is never ending. I will never get away from whom I am.

That night of reading my journals from middle school up until the end of my senior year of high school was full of tears of regret, but also of victory.

I have come so far.

I am proud of myself.

To anybody else this night may have sounded extremely sad and strange, but to me it was such a statement to myself.

With every single page turn I read about how deep and dark my depression was even in the seventh grade.

How it boiled within my soul until it finally erupted and left me as nothing but what I believed to be useless trash.

But these journal entries brought me comfort.

People will always throw labels, stereotypes, and whatever other hateful things they can at you, but I do not care about trying to make every single person like me any longer.

Because when I read those journals, I saw how far I have come, and that is all that matters.

I want to be in the “acceptance stage” of my grieving process from my diagnosis and I am going to be.

I am done feeling angry.

I am going to use my mental health issues which can be debilitating and actually show people they CAN be the exact opposite.

I am going to use my excessive amounts of energy to converse with as many people as possible everyday and remind them how beautiful they are.

I want to be going 100 miles an hour and then sink down to o, and instead of being so embarrassed and upset with myself, acknowledge it.

I cannot suffocate who I am, and I will not.

I have spent too much time trying to figure out how I can still be normal and how I can still keep everything perfect all the time and that is impossible.

All I can do is take care of me, and that is what I am going to do.

I am putting up this blog post because sometimes you just need to recognize yourself and your achievements.

Everyone needs recognition, and sometimes that is the thing that keeps us pushing.

So if you have not recognized and appreciated yourself lately, go take yourself out for coffee, sit outside and enjoy the fresh air, and congratulate yourself for still being here and pushing every day, because everyday is another uphill battle, and you are winning.


Stop the Silence

When I look around and I see people say that God is dead, or was never real, my mind is so boggled.

But can I really blame them for making these claims?

When I turn on the news, read magazines, or even participate in conversations with strangers, I am bombarded with tragic stories of what has become the norm in our world today.

But my mind is not boggled just because I am a Christian girl who has never even once opened up her mind to all the other possible outcomes.

Because I have…

I have spent hours researching different religions.

I have read books on different religions.

I have studied different sections from the key religions that make up the world we live in.

This is simply because I want to be educated and open-minded to those around me who may feel or view things differently than myself.

I want people to know me for who I am and what I stand for, yet still consider me to be one of the most loyal and kind-hearted people they have ever met.

It seems like in today’s society the two do not seem to mix any longer.

Love and religion in today’s generation are drifting farther and farther away from one another, even though they are supposed to be the exact same thing.

But progressive thinking does not have to come with the loss of religion.

To me, if society is progressing in its thinking and religion chooses not to accept those people for who they are…then we are being just as large of hypocrites as anyone else.

Could Christians themselves truly be the ones who have caused people to be so hateful towards their religion?

I do not think that all things that are claimed about Christians are true, but some of them we must admit to.

Once I chose to truly own my faith in high school, I realized…Christians are constantly under a microscope.

Some people choose not to believe in God solely because all they are seeing around them is hateful, fake, judgmental people.

It is sad that a religion that is supposed to be so loving, is so legalistic.

I wish I could see when this happened, and why religion and rules can turn people from people of peace, to people of disgust.

Christians may say it is not fair that we are held up to such high standards, that we are the first to be ridiculed, but it is fair.

2 Timothy 3:12 and Matthew 5:10 are perfect examples that God does in fact say that this is what is supposed to happen.

I know this post may sound like I am ranting, but the point is to say that in situations like we are seeing in today’s society, the people who claim to be the most loving, peaceful, and caring should be the first to be there for those who are being discriminated against in any way.

It does not matter what someone’s race, sexual orientation, mental state, economical status, or anything else may be.

We are called to love, and that is all we should be doing.

Could it be that in today’s society the reason why so many people hate religion and specifically Christianity is because of the people they meet?

I have met many people in my life who have told me they never want to have a relationship with the Lord because of the attitudes they have seen illustrated through other Christians.

Just like our country is progressing in its thinking today, I believe those who love the Lord also need to stay educated in what is going on in order to continue loving people in the best way possible.

With all that to say, this past week’s tragedies have burdened my heart so badly.

Our country needs more love, more protection, more affection, more regulation, and more acceptance of all individuals.

And I believe it starts with you and I.


What is Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder?

TW: Mental health, OCD, phobias

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One of the main reasons why I began this blog was to help people better understand mental health, and fight against the stigmas that come along with them.

I want to talk about OCD.

I feel like this mental illness might be one if not the most downplayed, overused, and generalized disorder out there.

I have gotten so sick of hearing people make fun of this issue, or say they are “so OCD” about something, when they have no idea what really this illness entails.

When people overgeneralize words and feelings, it makes it much harder for those who really are struggling deeply with this issue to stand up and try to be heard.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder is a neurobiobehavioral disorder that entails obsessions followed by compulsions in order to temporarily relieve anxiety.

Obsession is the part of the disorder that cause a one-track mind. It can cause someone to be unable to focus or think about anything else because of how bothered and consumed he or she is with the obsession.

Compulsions are behaviors, rituals, or mental thoughts that, for an extremely short amount of time, can relieve anxiety or distress from the person.

There are six types of OCD: Checking, Washing and Cleaning, Ordering and Repeating, Pure Obsessions, Hoarding, and Scrupulosity.

I have put the ones I struggle with in bold.

Checking may be self-explanatory.

My entire life, literally, I have spent checking everything, not thinking it was strange…I just thought it is what everyone does.

What is frustrating is that many times OCD can be amplified by fears and anxiety, or in my case, having a phobia.

Since I was even as young as four or five I have been absolutely petrified of the dark. As a child, I had five or six night-lights at a time and my brother would pay me a quarter every time I would get rid of one.

I shared a wall with my parents growing up and whenever my mom would come in and tell me goodnight, the second she would shut the door, I would scream and cry and slam on their walls because I did not want to be alone in the dark.

Therefore, my OCD was amplified because of my phobia of the dark and of being harmed, and it has followed me forever. I never explained to anyone my rituals until finally my senior year of high school I told my mother that it had been taking me over an hour and a half to get myself into bed every night. This was because I had to check all around my room and the house before even attempting to try and fall asleep.

My fear of the dark and being harmed had driven me all the way to walking around and making sure every door in the house was locked two or three times before going upstairs, checking behind the shower curtains, and then once I got into my room I would look in my closet, in all the corners, under my bed, ect.

Then I would turn off the lights and do it all over again in the dark. After that, I would get in bed, and then get out of bed and do it again, until I had completed this ritual four or five times.

When I told my mom this I guess it was brought more to my attention that these things weren’t normal.

My OCD progressed so badly through out high school that I would not even attempt to go to sleep at night because of my phobia of the dark, and how long my rituals would take me.

Pure obsessions are when you have repeated, intrusive thoughts of harm and danger that cannot seem to escape your mind. The compulsions for this all happen mentally. This can entail replaying the disturbing thought or image over and over in your brain until you feel as though you have “perfected” or “fully understood” the situation.

So for me, I can distinctly remember since I was around ten years old having extremely vivid and gruesome dreams of being sexually violated.

As I entered into high school the dreams became worse and I would have them monthly, and then by the time I was going into my freshman year of college, they were happening weekly.

These dreams were so disturbing that I would wake up bawling and shaking.

I would run into my mom’s room, crying, and lay in her arms for almost an hour without speaking because I could not understand or vocalize how disturbed and disgusted I was.

And finally, the OCD that people have probably heard the least of, Scrupulosity.

This is when your OCD patterns enter into your spiritual life.

It is obsessing over the idea of offending God to even the mildest degree. Then, feeling the need to continually repent, and feel mass amounts of guilt to an unhealthy level.

When I first heard of this type of OCD, I flipped out.

It was right up my alley.

Through out my life I have continually felt this insane amount of pressure to be perfect, or else God would hate me and think I was less than.

If I messed up in even the slightest way, I would beat myself up for months.

This caused me to end relationships that I was scared were unhealthy and imperfect.

This drug me away from others because I could not handle not being in control.

This has controlled me.

OCD is controlling and unyielding.

The problem with mental illnesses is if they are not controlled, they WILL control.

OCD has run my life for years and I am just now realizing it.

It has been keeping me chained to anxiety.

It has caused me to be late to work, class, and vacations because of fear that I may have burned my house down.

It has caused me to have the darkest thoughts of pain and suffering that wake me up in anguish and agony.

And it has strayed me away from God time after time, fooling me that I am never going to be good enough.

But I cannot express my happiness, because I am fighting it, and I am winning.

I still 100% have obsessive thoughts, and yes I do have compulsions that I act on, but they are declining.

After reading books on my brain, making charts in counseling, and lots of self talk, I am at the point where I am able to get in bed within twenty minutes!

I am able to disregard hallucinations I may see, sounds I may hear, and images that may disturb me because I know it is my mind trying to trick me into fear.

And I am learning that I am a human being.

I am starting to understand myself, even the parts that make zero sense.

OCD can be battled.