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.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Heroic Heterism

Our world is a constant and consistent carousal of ebb and flow, trial and error, actions and reactions, or simply put, changes. Whether we notice it or not our days are filled with a steady dance of revolution. We are constantly changing, evolving and hopefully progressing toward the next piece of our lives. To look back at my life just a year ago I am amazed at how far I’ve come and how much has changed in the lives of myself and those around me. It seems so unreal that in just a year my family has run a marathon of emotions, situations and circumstances that some may never experience in their life times. At the begging of this journey I was angry that I had so much on my plate and that I had to deal with it all. I constantly wondered why I had been given this lot in life and why it couldn’t all just be easier. But as I changed and grew it became easy to understand that this happened for a reason, and that I am so much stronger for it. Despite the nights I spent sleepless due to uncertainty or the fact that I will always be worried about it all falling apart again, I would never change a single day of my life. The mountains I climbed and the valleys I stumbled through have brought me to a place of acceptance and contentment. Now I wouldn’t say that I am happy that everything that has brought me to this place has happened, but I am happy and proud of the growth that it has brought along with it. In understanding that we are always changing we can grasp the idea that after every down there is an up. Just like riding a carousal.