To The Girl Who Thinks She Has To Settle

This is so true! I am blessed to have found the right man!

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You are always enough for the man that’s meant to love you. You won’t have to put on makeup in fear that you might not be beautiful because with the right man you’ll never have to worry. You’ll never have to worry when he’s out with his friends and you’ll never have to worry if you’re the only one. With the right man you won’t have doubts. He’ll always reassure you because he knows about your past heartbreaks and how they’ve left scars.

With the right man he’ll find things about you that you’ve never noticed before; like the way you scrunch your face when you look in the mirror or the way you sound when you’re about to eat after a long day. He’ll take you to places that he knows you’ll like and he’ll open the doors for you just like a…

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What It’s Like To Be In Love When You Have Depression

This was so moving!!

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“No one will love you until you learn to love yourself” is an easy enough phrase to believe is true. But it’s terrifying, especially when you have depression. What if you never learn? As a teenager, it made me fear for my life as an adult. I was certain I would never be capable of being in a relationship, but I was very wrong. Honestly, I do not like myself very much, and in August of 2013, a boy fell very, very much in love with me.

I have dealt with depression for as long as I can remember. I’ve been on and off medications, been to therapy, but it’s still alive and well, comfortable in its home in my bones. I can feel it every day, a tiny inkling that causes breathtaking emotional pain at the most inconvenient of times.

My depression doesn’t care that I am in a…

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Summer, allergies, and prednisone. The life of an allergy dog.

Summer, allergies, and prednisone.

This summer has been one of trial and error when it comes to managing Rhea’s allergies. She has had six hot spots. We both are plagued by severe allergies and at one point this summer both Rhea and I were prednisone. It amazes me how much a like canine and human allergies react the same way. Rhea sneezes, coughs, and breaks out in rashes from her allergies; which is similar to a human.
Sometimes it can be heart breaking when I see the open wound from the hot spot that sprang up over night. Sometimes, we cannot go to the park or play outside much because it is just too hot, too much pollen, or too much dust. We live in rural Arkansas. There is nothing here except dust and farms.
Here’s a glimpse into the life of Rhea:
We go to the vet one to three times a month. This summer we have done steroid drops, pills, and antibiotics on top of her two immunotherapy shots every 7 days. We also do heart worm preventative with worm, fleas, and other parasite protection it once a month. Rhea is allergic to wasps, ants, dust, blue grass, Bermuda grass, pollen, mold, mildew, wheat, yeast, pork, venison, turkey, fleas, and cats.
It is impossible to keep every allergen away and I know sometimes Rhea does not feel the best but she always wags her and shows her love of life and her family.

It shows great strength for her to endure everything she has to go through and yet she still loves life and getting dirty!

We can learn so much from animals.


Tonight, instead of complaining or whining about how miserable I feel, I want to take a moment to thank God for allowing me to be here one more day. I am so blessed and thankful for everyone in my life. I am blessed with parents would move mountains for me, and always reminded me not to forget the road home despite where my travels have taken me. I am blessed with cousins and friends that check on me even if we have not spoke for days. I am blessed with a church family that prays for me and loves me. I am blessed with my love, we have our moments but always find forgiveness in our hearts and minds to love unconditionally. I am so blessed with a rambunctious loving Rhea, in her own special way she understands me more than most humans.

I am grateful for the opportunity to suffer in sickness and rejoice in health. I am blessed to know the difference between a good day and a great day. I pray that no matter what happens, I will always be thankful for suffering. As long as there is suffering, there is hope. Where there is hope, there is faith.

Even though I feel miserable, I am so happy to be a live each day and able to endure and preserve. I am blessed. I am loved.


High on baby

High on baby

I came across a woman the other day, an acquaintance, who was high on baby. You know the type, she came running up to the group of women I was with and started giving us the details of her niece being born. She told us about how she held her sister’s leg and watched the miracle of life take place. We listened to each detail no matter how in depth she spoke about the encounter. She teared up as she finished the story by telling us how she changed the first diaper.
Before you know it, everyone is high on baby. We are oohing and awwing and cooing over every picture of this frog like angel. It was a miracle, a natural high. Seven pounds of angel and cute chunky cheeks!
As I retold the story as it was relayed to me I began to smile and it happened again. I was high on baby. It awakes the maternal aspect of us women and it releases chemicals. There is nothing like the smell of a newborn, that moment tiny hands grasp your finger. For me, it is an instant and natural connection. I love children, especially babies. The cute yawns and smiles. The innocence and hope for a better tomorrow.

It is such a lovely thing to be high on the joy of life.