As most of these stories go... in the beginning all was good. November 19, 2010 was the day it all turned horribly bad. I remember being super freaked out while driving with my husband to the 19th week ultrasound appointment. I shook it off as being normal and pushed my fear way down.
Do I dare say it was one of the worst years of my life? Actually, 2014 was one of the richer years of my life. Despite the pain, hardship and sorrow that I went through this year, I also found joy, freedom, completion and fulfillment.
Your answers have come from your true self, your heart, who you are -- and that means you can count on your plan, trust it, and let it guide you toward making the changes and achieving the results you care about mos
Surviving narrows focus and strengthens resolve. Surviving comes with added responsibilities and can at times, become quite tiring. But the advantage is a clearer picture; an unobstructed view of the good stuff that has always surrounded us.
What I want to address is that not only are these stigmas inaccurate, but they couldn't be farther from the truth. People who deal with mental illness have an incredible amount of strength, even though many times they don't see it.
If being a bitch means that you are a woman who expects respect, who is a force to be reckoned with in business, politics and in life in general; if it means that you can be forceful when needed, make serious decisions and be a leader, then it is a positive affirmation.
I realized I didn't just improve my skills as a gymnast. After today, I grew as a person. Because on days like these, if you can push yourself one step further, that's when you get immeasurably stronger.
Throughout the years, running has meant many different things to me. It's been an escape from my problems, a way to empty my mind of stress, and most recently, a spiritual awakening to engaging in a life with greater purpose.
I feel very strongly that we all reach a time in our lives when teachers cannot lead the way. When we look outside of ourselves for support, we will not always find it. It is during these times that we must look deep inside of ourselves to find the support we are seeking.
As a kid, I believed not only in heroes, but superheroes. Maybe because believing in another person who was stronger than me made me feel a little less vulnerable, and a lot more secure. But as soon as I became an adult I realized that none of us ever outgrows vulnerability.