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Turning a House into a Home

Here I am beginning with this stereotypical quote; just hang it there. A house is a house until someone makes it a home. Typically it refers to a literal house and how a house does not become somewhere to live until someone makes it that. I find that the same applies to your body. And again with the stereotypical quotes, your body is a temple as many say. But I even believe in extending it to say that your body is whatever the hell you  make of it- coming back to the house and home quote.  Continue reading “Turning a House into a Home”

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Why I gave up toxic people for Lent

We all know how hard and petty social life in high school can be. People haven’t figured themselves out yet-much less their relationships with other people/God. If you don’t know how to treat yourself, you probably don’t know how to treat others. By saying toxic people, I mean people who are toxic to me and my wellbeing. The Lord puts everyone into your life for a reason- weather it be a lesson or a blessing, but sometimes God puts people in our lives to teach us how to remove people from our lives. Yeah that’s heavy. God puts people in our lives just to show us that they shouldn’t be there? Yes. Sometimes, we just need to be taught a lesson so badly that God has to hurt us to steer us in the right direction. It is like a horse and its reigns. The reigns may hurt the horse a little bit, but the horse will redirect its path towards the right path once pulled that direction. Continue reading “Why I gave up toxic people for Lent”

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What it’s like to give it all up

Air allows breath which allows the lungs to inflate, thus allowing the sensations of breathing and thus forth life. Give up air. Imagine suffocating and gasping for air. Imagine knowing air is the only thing that can save you, but not being able to breathe. Now, imagine someone told you that you could breathe. Even after being told you could breathe, physically you can not breathe. Still you stand there struggling to gasp for air– still suffocating.

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My battle with POTS and other Chronic Illnesses

Currently 17, I have been battling chronic illnesses for 5 years- since I was 12. This is my story:

In my 7th grade year, I was diagnosed with chronic Lyme Disease. Middle school is already a  rough time, but this was extremely difficult. Not only was I figuring out who I am as a person, how to study, puberty, and being less of a kid, I was also being attacked by my own body. In chronic Lyme Disease, your body has been fighting Lyme Disease so hard that it starts mistaking your own body as the disease. Chronic Lyme Disease is an autoimmune disorder that many doctors dismiss due to how undiagnosable it is.  Continue reading “My battle with POTS and other Chronic Illnesses”

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Embracing Imperfections

To quote my childhood role model Hannah Montana, “No body’s perfect. I’ve got to work it”(and by the way her closet is GOALS too). So everyone has things that they don’t like about themselves. Some people have acne. Some people don’t make good grades. Some people can’t run. Some people can’t cook. I am going to highlight just a few of my own and put a positive spin on them to show just how every imperfection makes you closer to your own kind of perfection. Continue reading “Embracing Imperfections”

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The Anxiety Express

Imagine sitting on a train and you feel the train crashing. You feel the shrapnel piercing your sternum. You feel the blood coming out of you. This is real. This is happening. But- only it is not. It is happening to you, thus it is your reality. In no way, shape, or form is it unreal, fake, or made up. You look next to you in your pain. You see that for the person next to you, her train has not crashed. Her train is riding smoothly along the tracks. You grab her arm and ask her for help. She sees you bleeding, but does not see the wound. She tries to help, but her help comes in the form of useless gestures. She only made matters worse by drawing attention to the wound. Continue reading “The Anxiety Express”