Emotional Healing. Child of an alcoholic. Young adult depression. Inspiration.

I was once told by a wise woman that emotions are a strong force to be reckoned with. They breathe their own life and have their own destructive force. If one does not allow their emotions both happy and sad to escape and feel acknowledged, they will eat away at the life they live in. My journey in life has been a road filled with many peaks of happiness and many valleys of depression. But through it all I have held those words of wisdom with me. I have always found it easy to release my anguish, my depression, my sadness, and my happiness to those around me who love me and to my best friends “pad and paper.”

With this blog I hope to inspire others to write their emotions on paper, let the forgiving page hear all the words of hurt, pain, contentment, joy. With this blog I hope to inspire myself to forgive all that hurts in my life, to let go of old grudges and to grow, from the inside out.

Friday, January 21, 2011


Have you ever heard the expression “don’t put all your eggs in one basket?” If you haven’t, think about it for a moment. If you have and have also done as this saying cautions you not too, then you know the stomach sinking feeling when all your eggs break because you tripped and landed on your basket.
Over the years I have tried not get my hopes up in situations where I’m not sure what the outcome will be. I’ve had more than enough moments where I was so sure of something only to be told that I wasn’t the perfect fit, or he’s just not that into me. I have learned over time that if I don’t expect much there is no way to be disappointed, because I don’t take disappointment well at all.
But just the other day I put all my eggs, a lot of eggs, in one basket. I didn’t heed my own warning about these situations and I was walking with my head high and proud and didn’t see a rock and I fell hard on my basket. Cracking every single one of my eggs.
But this time instead of crying over my cracked eggs, I saw it as an opportunity for change. It dawned on me as the familiar feeling of “not again” began to wash over my body that there was no reason to allow my stumble to keep me from still going. Yes, what I was so sure about and wanted so badly didn’t work out, but how many other great opportunities is it now giving me? Plenty!
So now, when I crack my eggs, I’m simply going to invite some friends over and make a good scramble.

1 comment:

  1. Hello E,
    When I was younger i would never put myself out there, for fear of failing and being ashamed. Then somewhere along the way I adopted the idea of "What's the worst that can happen." If I could handle it, well I went for it. Now aproaching 48 years old I look in the mirror and say WTF!