I have some exciting news I wanted to share with you guys! I started a digital shop within my blog. It’s called “Jades Cozy Nook.”
I’m stoked about this, I started this shop because I wanted to create kits that just might help your life run a little smoother.
Right now, the shop shelves are a little bare at the moment. But the store just launched, so all I ask is patience. I have lots of ideas on what to create. Currently you will find a mini caregiver bundle titled Checklist, Chaos and Coffee .
Coming soon
Journal – 7 day Reset for Stressed Parents with humorous quotes for each day. Intro Price ($8) Regular price ($12)- In the Shop
Mega Caregiver Kit- Surviving on Caffeine and Compassion. Intro Price ($15) Regular price ($20)
Parenting is exhausting, messy, and often hilarious. I created this 7-day journal to help stressed parents survive it all. It offers a little humor and self-reflection. Inside, youâll find:
Motivation Monday: Celebrate your parenting wins of the day with a prompt like âMy Parenting Win of the Day?â paired with a funny, relatable quote: âI didnât lose my cool⊠much.â
Two-Coffee Tuesday: Pause and notice the little joys â âWhat made you smile today?â â while laughing at âFinding Zen Between Snack Time and Tantrums.â
Who Stole My Energy Wednesday: Track what drained your energy and vent a little, inspired by âI swear my energy left while I was folding laundry⊠and itâs not answering my calls.â
Therapy Needed Thursday: Reflect on the favorite moments of your day and embrace humor with âI childproofed my house⊠but they still get in.â
Finally Friday: End the workweek by practicing self-kindness with âWhat is one kind thing I can do for myself?â alongside âMy house isnât messy, itâs lived in⊠heavily.â
Surviving Saturday: Count your accomplishments and laugh at the chaos with âSome days you win, some days you just survive.â
Snack and Chill Sunday: Reflect on lessons learned with âWhat did I learn this week?â and giggle at âI say âbecause I said soâ more than Iâd like.â
Plus, the journal includes:
3-2-1 Self-Reflection Page: Look back at your week and celebrate yourself â 3 things you love, 2 things you want to improve, and 1 thing you mastered, all paired with the humorous quote: âParenting really makes you reflectâŠmostly on how your parents survived you.â
Venting Page: A free space to let it all out, guided by âVenting is my version of meditation â with more eye rolling.â
This journal isnât just for tracking your week â itâs a fun, real, and comforting companion that helps you laugh, reflect, and survive parenthood, one chaotic, coffee-fueled day at a time.
This little gem is finally out in the world â a 7-day journal made for the parents who are surviving on coffee, chaos, and occasional bursts of patience. Itâs not fancy. Itâs not perfect, but itâs real â just like parenting. And at only $8, itâs basically cheaper than that extra-large latte you probably need by Wednesday.
Iâve been thinking a lot lately about the people in our lives. They give so much of themselves every day. I’m referring to caregivers. They look after loved ones. They help friends. They support those in need. They often put everyone else first. They barely get a moment to breathe.
Iâm definitely not a professional caregiver. I know how chaotic caring for others can get. Sometimes all you need is a little lifeline (or coffee⊠okay, mostly coffee). Thatâs how my Mini Caregiver Kit: Checklist, Chaos, and Coffee was born. Itâs a simple, printable bundle. It includes pages to track tasks and appointments. It also tracks those little reminders that somehow always slip your mind. The goal? Helping caregivers feel a bit more organized, supported, and maybe even a tiny bit like they have their life together. If I did this right, you can also use it on whatever device you bought it with. Itâs my first digital product, so go easy on me. No assembly required, promise.
Itâs my way of saying, I see you, and I appreciate you. Also here is something so you loose your mind.
If you know a caregiver who needs a bit of relief or organization, this kit might help them.
I find it hilarious that I can hype up a sad friend like Iâm their own personal life coach â motivational speeches, pep talks, the whole deal. Iâm basically the unofficial cheerleader for everyone I know (minus the pom-poms, though I could totally rock them). But the second my own storm rolls in? I vanish like a magician. Poof. I isolate, I withdraw, I mentally crawl under a blanket fort of doom⊠but unfortunately, the electric company still expects their money. Apparently, you canât pay bills with emotional shutdowns.
Why
Why is that? Why are we so quick to turn into motivational speakers for our friends and family? We rush in with hugs, pep talks, and âyou got this!â energy like weâre auditioning for a feel-good movie montage. We make sure they know they arenât alone, help them see their mountain is more like a speed bump, and reassure them that life will eventually chill out. Now that Iâm in my 30s, I finally get why I love encouraging others â because I know exactly what itâs like to feel alone. Iâve been there, thinking no one cared what I was going through. Spoiler alert: it was all in my head. Just me, lying to myself so I could throw a dramatic party for one â BYOT (Bring Your Own Tissues) â also known as the legendary pity party. đ
Learning something new
I had to learn to be my own cheerleader â no crowd, no halftime show, just me yelling âGo, team⊠me!â in the mirror. The hardest part was getting used to hearing my own voice talk back, like some awkward motivational speaker who wonât leave. Growing up, I was told that talking to yourself was a one-way ticket to âcrazy town,â but then I read itâs actually a sign of intelligence â so now Iâm basically a genius having deep conversations with myself in the cereal aisle. Positive breeds positive, so Iâm out here breeding optimism like itâs a full-time job. If you want to know more about what to focus on (or just need permission to talk to yourself in public), check out the link below: what-you-going-to-choose-to-focus-on/
Give yourself self a break
The question I keep accidentally asking myself (usually while brushing my teeth or staring into the fridge like it might spill lifeâs secrets) is: why donât we show ourselves more love? Seriously. Weâll comfort a crying stranger online, leave a string of heart emojis like weâre part of a professional hype squad, but give ourselves a simple âyou got thisâ in the mirror and suddenly it feels like weâre performing some weird, self-inflicted dare.
Meanwhile, weâre Olympic-level experts at believing the nonsense our brains throw at us. âYouâre alone. Nobody cares. You didnât measure up.â And whatâs this gold standard weâre supposed to meet? Probably invented by some person lounging in Cheeto dustâcovered pajamas, scrolling TikTok while eating ice cream straight from the carton.
Hereâs the kicker: everyone else gets our compassion, our encouragement, our pep talks⊠but us? We get the âyouâre failingâ commentary on repeat. Itâs ridiculous, honestly. So maybe itâs time to give ourselves the same hype we give everyone else. Because if a stranger online deserves a heart emoji, the least we can do is throw one at ourselvesâpreferably while eating the chocolate we totally earned.
Learning to be your own cheerleader is a survival skill these days. The moment you stop waiting for other people to hype you up, you suddenly become emotionally ripped â like you just bench-pressed your own self-esteem. And thank goodness struggles donât last forever, because if they did, weâd all be living in one giant soap opera. I read somewhere that maybe Godâs plan isnât to remove the storm but to teach you how to dance in it â which is cute until you realize you have two left feet and itâs a thunderstorm.
Time to GoâSelf-Love Doesnât Schedule Itself
Donât get me wrong, cheering on your friends and family is basically a full-time Olympic sportâand hey, someone has to hand out the gold medals of encouragement. But donât forget to save some of that pep-talk energy for yourself when life decides to throw a flaming pineapple at your stress levels. Weâre human, which means bad days are basically part of the job description. So go ahead, give yourself a little high-five in the mirror, even if it feels weirdâitâs cheaper than therapy and slightly less messy than chocolate. This is where I leave you. Until we meet again have a blessed day.
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Hey there, how are you guys doing today? Stressed? Same. I canât even count how many times Iâve asked Google âhow do I handle stressâ â at this point, Google probably sighs before answering me. And of course, it gives me the same basic tips every single time: take a walk, breathe deeply, exercise, listen to music. (Sure, the music works⊠until your kids start arguing in the background or your neighbor decides todayâs the day to mow their lawn at 7 am on a Saturday morning). Iâm just trying to bring something a little different to the therapy table. (Yes, pun intended. And no, Iâm not apologizing for it.
Write anything that comes to your mind
Brain Dumping
Iâm sure at some point, while panicking and Googling âstress relief,â you came across the advice to journal your emotions. Now, I donât know about you, but when Iâm stressed, the last thing I care about is whether my sentences are complete or if Iâm abusing commas like they owe me money. And journaling? Please. It just turns into one long rant that would make zero sense to anyone elseâbut hey, thatâs actually the point. Thatâs what I like to call a good olâ brain dump
You just grab a notebook, scrap paper, a napkinâliterally anythingâand scribble down every single thing thatâs stressing you out. Donât worry about making it neat or poetic; this isnât English class, and nobodyâs grading you. It doesnât matter if your handwriting looks like a toddlerâs or if halfway through you give up and start doodling angry stick figures stabbing âMondayâ with tiny pitchforks. (Honestly, thatâs encouraged.) When youâre doneâand no, it probably wonât be 20 pages long, but hey, if youâre that stressed, go offâhereâs the dramatic part: you burn it. Safely, of course. Iâm not trying to have you explaining to the fire department that your therapist told you to âlight your problems on fireâ like some emotional arsonist.
Why does this actually help? Iâm glad you asked. The scribbling part is basically a stress detox for your brain. You dump the junk out of your head and onto paper so it stops ping-ponging around in there. And the burning part? Thatâs the fun bitâitâs like firing your problems. Literally. Itâs your own mini âyouâre firedâ moment, except instead of a toxic coworker, itâs your anxiety going up in smoke. Plus, thereâs something oddly satisfying about watching those little paper worries curl up and disappear like they were never there. Itâs the cheapest therapy session youâll ever have.
Shower Therapy
Cold and Warm Contrasts Showers.
Anyone whoâs desperate to deal with stress will try just about anything once. Cold showers? Yeah⊠it’s not exactly my first pick for stress relief. In fact, it feels like it should cause more stress than it fixes đ . But stick with me here because, apparently, science knows better than my brain. The trick is simple: at the end of your shower, switch the water to cold for 30 seconds, then back to warm. Thatâs it. Thirty seconds. You can survive that.
Why does it work? Well, for starters, your body releases endorphinsâbasically little happiness messengers running around your system, and doing high-fives inside your brain. Then, it restarts your fight-or-flight response like a mini pep talk for your nervous system. Who knew a bit of icy water could tell your body, âYouâve got this!â Itâs like a tiny boot camp for your stress levels, minus the sweating and awkward gym shorts.
Small Victory’s
Create a Victory Jar
This one takes a tiny bit of effort, but I promise itâs worth itâand by âtiny bit,â I mean so small you can do it while binge-watching Netflix. Itâs basically a little pick-me-up in a jar. Grab a mason jar (or any random glass jar you have lying around that isnât already holding spaghetti sauce), a pad of sticky notes, and a pencil. Keep them together so theyâre easy to grab.
Every time you do something goodâno matter how tiny or ridiculousâwrite it on a sticky note and toss it in the jar. Did your kids survive the day without setting the house on fire? Stick it in the jar. Did you somehow get through a mountain of laundry without crying? Jar it. Did you resist eating the entire carton of ice cream in one sitting? Definitely jar it. Seriously, there are no rules here. Even âI didnât hit snooze six times this morningâ counts.
Then, when life decides to throw a surprise tantrum your way, you open the jar and remember: hey, I have done some good stuff. Little victories add up, and this jar becomes a weirdly satisfying little trophy case of âlook at me being a human!â Itâs cheap, itâs silly, and it works. Plus, itâs fun to shake the jar and imagine it rattling with all your tiny but mighty accomplishments.
Fake Laugh
Have you ever had to âfake it till you make itâ? Yeah, me too. Sometimes life is less âthriving adultâ and more âconfused raccoon with a Wi-Fi bill.â But hereâs the thingâyour brain is basically that gullible friend who will believe almost anything you tell it. If you trick it into thinking youâre having a good time, it actually releases dopamine, which is like your brainâs little party favor.
Thatâs why people say laughter is medicineâitâs basically your bodyâs way of handing you a free antidepressant without the side effects or pharmacy line. And the bonus? While youâre busy cracking up (even if itâs at your own bad jokes, memes, or that time you texted your boss instead of your best friend), your cortisolâthe stress hormoneâstarts taking a backseat. Slowly, but surely, your stress levels come down. Itâs like giving your brain a bubble bath while youâre just sitting there giggling at cat videos.
Create a Worry Box
While weâre out here stressing like a cat who just caught a glimpse of its own shadow (or worse, a cucumber), we still secretly want to be creative and in control. So hereâs a little trick: get yourself a jar. Or, if youâre feeling extra Pinterest-y, go ahead and make a whole boxâjust donât let it turn into a âcraft projectâ that stresses you out even more. The idea is simple: write down whatever is gnawing at your brain, fold it up like a tiny paper burrito of worry, and toss it into the jar or box. Why does this help?
First, you donât have to keep repeating your worries like a broken record player from the â90s. Second, itâs like giving your brain a hall pass that says, âHey, itâs okay, I put that problem on timeout.âI just gave you 5 things you can do to help with your stress, and letâs be realânone of them are magic wands (though honestly, if Amazon ever starts selling those, Iâm buying in bulk).
And honestly, sometimes we just need to trick our own minds into chilling out. Because letâs face itâworrying is part of being human. We all do it. But the trick is not letting it set up camp, start a bonfire, and roast marshmallows in your head. Life is way too short to let stress hog all the snacks at your mental party.
Wrapping Things Up
Itâs not easy to admit when youâre overwhelmed, and itâs definitely not easy to ask for help đ. But whether you ended up here because you searched âhow to handle stressâ on Google, or because you accidentally typed âwhy am I like thisâ and landed on a rabbit hole of life advice, the point is⊠you took the first step. And thatâs huge. Like, give yourself a cookie huge.
The truth is, everyone has bad days. Some people just get really good at hiding it behind fake smiles, sarcasm, or pretending their third iced coffee of the day is just âa little treat.â Others are probably reading posts like this one, nodding along like âyep, totally got my life together now,â when really theyâre also one traffic jam away from losing it. And thatâs normal. Stress doesnât care how strong you areâitâll show up uninvited like that one neighbor who always wants to âborrowâ something but never gives it back. The trick is finding ways to deal with it before it eats up all your energy.
So hey, whether this post helps you laugh, breathe, or at least remember that youâre not the only one secretly Googling your way through lifeâmission accomplished. And if nothing else, now you know at least one other person (hi, me đ) is also winging it and trying to figure it out along the way. đ Well, I think my work here is done, so until next time, have a blessed day.
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“Hey guys! First off, sorry it took me forever to post part 2 of my journey into the natural world. (I know, I sound like a total flower child from the 70s â cue the peace signs and bell bottoms.) Pretty sure I have ADHD â not officially diagnosed, but if youâve ever chased your own thoughts like theyâre squirrels, you get it. Better late than never, though, right?
If you missed part one â Feel the Difference: Natural Makes You Feel, Part 1 â go check it out first, or donât, and just be completely confused. Your choice. Anyway, without further ado (or should I say ‘further to-do list,’ because I probably lost that too), letâs get into it!”
“Finding out about natural remedies sent me straight down a rabbit hole â and not just any rabbit hole, but a full-on Alice in Wonderland situation. Suddenly, I was in a whole new world where herbs could fix everything from coughs and allergies to why did I eat that?’ stomachache. And then I discovered tinctures, which apparently are like little potion bottles that help kick extra mucus out of your body â basically a magical eviction notice for phlegm. (Whatâs a tincture, you ask? Donât worry, weâll get into that later. Spoiler alert: it does not involve witches.
I bought so many books on natural remedies, my bookshelf is now the hippie aisle at Whole Foods. Plus, I binged hours of YouTube and TikTok videos â because obviously, if you watch enough TikToks, you basically become a certified herbalist.
But before we dive into my journey, let me throw in a little disclaimer: I have nothing against modern medicine (shoutout to doctors, you guys are doing great), and I am absolutely not a doctor. So, please use caution before trying anything you see here. Talk to your doctor first â especially if youâre already taking medication. The goal here is to feel better, not accidentally turn yourself into a science experiment.”
My Why
I’m a deep thinker â some might even call it a flaw, but I prefer to think of it as a full-time unpaid job. My most recent deep thought was this: why do doctors seem more interested in playing whack-a-mole with my symptoms instead of figuring out why those moles keep popping up? Half the time, the medication they prescribe comes with its own bonus round of symptoms â like a terrible BOGO sale. So, I decided to see if I could tackle the root cause of my ailments myself. Ideally, something that wouldnât turn my body into a chemistry experiment or make me sprout an extra eyebrow.”
Take mullein, for example. I found out itâs great for clearing mucus â like a bouncer for your lungs. It can soothe a sore throat, calm a cough, and even help bronchitis. So you better believe I stocked up like I was preparing for the mucus apocalypse. My husband has sleep apnea and refuses to wear his mask, so every night Iâm basically a superhero â minus the cape â saving his life. But since heâs been taking mullein, he no longer sounds like a freight train barreling through our bedroom at 2 AM. He actually sleeps now, and so do I! We found some mullein capsules on Amazon, but you can also take it as a tea if you want to feel fancy and herbalisticly.
“So, let me tell you how I discovered this little gem. Back in 2023 (I think⊠my memory is like Swiss cheese, so donât quote me), I got diagnosed with a tick disorder â basically the adult version of Touretteâs. Some days I would tick 40 to 60 times, which is basically a full workout, minus the gym membership. By 7 PM, I was so wiped out I was practically in bed with the senior citizens at the early bird special.
So, I decided to drown my body in stress-free supplements â if stress was the enemy, I was going to bury it in herbs. I still tick now and then, but thanks to Rhodiola, itâs way less. Seriously, this little root has been a game-changer. That said, donât take my word as gospel â every case is different, so go Google it and pretend to be your own doctor for a minute.
Oh, and another reason I love Rhodiola? My memory is terrible. Weâre talking ‘walk into a room and forget why Iâm there’ levels of terrible. Some days I swear Iâve got the brain of an 80-year-old with a remote control that only works half the time. But Rhodiola has been helping me focus, remember stuff, and even keep my blood sugar and heart in check â which is great, because I need that heart healthy enough to survive my own stress levels.”
Magnesium Spray
I got into this whole thing because I just wanted to sleep like a normal human for once. Then I learned that 75% of Americans are deficient in magnesium. Seventy-five percent! Thatâs basically all of us except the one guy who eats kale voluntarily. And get this â we only absorb 20% of the magnesium we take in pill form. Where does the other 80% go? Apparently, our stomach acid just obliterates it. Rude.
So, I did what any modern adult does when faced with a health crisis â I bought all the ingredients on Amazon and made my own magnesium spray. Fun fact: if it itches when you spray it on, youâre deficient. Guess who was very, very deficient? đââïž Letâs just say my skin was doing the cha-cha. Luckily, the itching fades⊠until you do it again. Don’t worry as soon as your body drinks up all the magnesium it needs the itching will stop.
But itâs worth it because magnesium is a total overachiever â it helps you sleep đŽ, relaxes your muscles đ§ââïž, keeps your joints happy, and even helps with headaches. Just spritz it on your forehead for the headache
And if you dont have a headache you wanna spray it on your feet every night and wait for the magic. Sure, you look a little crazy spraying yourself like a plant, but hey â pain-free is pain-free.
A tincture is basically herbs + 80-proof alcohol having a long spa day together. You just let them hang out for a while, then strain it, and boom â youâve got a super-potent herbal potion that smells like it could either heal you or knock you flat. You can add it to tea if you want to pretend youâre classy (thatâs what I do), or you can take it straight up like a total herbal gangster. And that, my friends, is a tincture in a nutshell â or should I say, in a shot glass. đ„
These herbs actually worked for me and my family â which was shocking, because usually, when I try ânatural remedies,â I end up just smelling like a salad. This whole natural journey has really opened my eyes (and my sinuses). Natural stuff is way easier on my body, and honestly, I feel kind of fancy about it now.
But letâs be clear â I am not a master herbalist. Iâm more of a âGoogle it and hope for the bestâ kind of person. Iâm constantly learning about new herbs for different ailments, like a slightly chaotic wizard in training. And Iâm all about things being natural â not just herbs, but meat straight from the butcher (because apparently, meat does not grow in the freezer section?) and even growing my own garden. Making small healthy changes really does make a difference⊠Plus, it makes me feel like I belong on one of those cozy farm-life Instagram accounts. đ±đ Well, that will do it for now. I hope you enjoyed this post. Until we meet again, have a blessed day
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First of all, I want to give a huge shoutout to Taylor Standford. Honestly, I wouldnât be where I am today without her guidance â and by âwhere I am today,â I mean sitting here writing this paragraph instead of binge-watching reality TV. Who is Taylor Standford? Glad you asked. Sheâs basically the blog whisperer â the Yoda of blogging, but taller and with way better Instagram aesthetics. She helps people start blogs and then gently shoves them out of the nest so they can fly on their own (or at least awkwardly flap their wings until they get the hang of it). If youâve ever dreamed of sharing your wisdom, your recipes, or your catâs daily schedule with the internet, click the link below and begin your blog journey.
This blogging journey has been a wild ride, let me tell you! Tech-savvy? Ha! I once tried to reboot my computer and accidentally made it take a nap for three hours. Coming up with a name for my blog? Pure chaos. I didnât want to trap myself into one topicâlike âBack to Our Roots,â which sounds cool until you realize it basically forces you to become an amateur herbalist and beauty guru overnight. So, I went with Jadeâs Random Thoughtsâbecause why limit myself? Now I can post about anything from why my cat judges me to my secret talent for burning toast. The possibilities are endless⊠and slightly terrifying.
How It Is Going
Although starting this blog wasnât exactly the wild, confetti-filled party I had imagined, Iâm hanging in there. Sure, I wish I had a few more subscribersâmaybe even enough to start a small cult of newsletter enthusiastsâbut hey, patience is a virtue, right? Blogging isnât hard; figuring out what people actually want to read? Thatâs the real brain-bending, hair-pulling puzzle. In just one month, Iâve racked up 1,116 viewsâwhich is mind-blowing! I mean, someone out there actually cares what I ramble about. My goal is simple: write posts that make you go, âAh, finally! Someone else has survived the chaos of life and lived to tell the tale!â Because letâs face it, weâre all human, scrolling through life online, thinking, âOkayâŠso what did you do to fix this mess?â And honestly, I need all the help I can get.
What I Would Have Done Differently
Well, I wish I had started this journey when I was youngerâback when my brain could actually absorb the magical secrets of blogging without feeling like it was learning rocket science. Poor Taylor, bless her, has been my blogging lifeline, patiently answering myâŠletâs call them âquirkyâ questions. Honestly, even if my blog magically stops getting views tomorrow, Iâm thrilled because 1,116 people have peeked at my little corner of the internetâand thatâs basically a small army in blog-world. So, what would I do differently? At this point, not muchâŠunless someone invents a âblogging cheat codeâ in the next month. Itâs only been a little over a month, and Iâm sure my future self will be facepalming over all the stuff Iâll learn along the way.
Wrapping it Up
If youâve made it this far, wowâthank you! I appreciate you more than coffee on a Monday morning. So, hereâs my journey so far: I still have most of my hair đđ , which is a win in my book. I know this post is a bit shorter than my usual novel-length rants, but Iâm not into filler contentâI like to get straight to the point, like a ninja with a keyboard. Has this blogging experience been amazingâŠor a total disaster? Iâll say Iâm somewhere in the middle đâŠkidding! So far, itâs been a good ride, going about as well as a slightly tipsy tightrope walker might expect. Any new adventure comes with its highs, its âwow, Iâm a geniusâ moments, and its lows, AKA âwhat the heck was I thinking?â Moments. But really, itâs all about the adventure along the way. So until next time, go forth and have a blessed dayâŠor at least a day that doesnât make you want to pull your hair out.
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Weâre somehow led to believe that our problems are like that embarrassing family photoâbetter off hidden away while we plaster on a smile and pretend everything is just peachy. It’s as if our lives are too messy for some people to handle, like trying to explain TikTok to your grandma. We should absolutely be able to share our woes and get the support we need to dodge the emotional tidal wave thatâs about to sweep us away. Seriously, we deserve a lifebuoy when we’re flailing around! But instead, we get those cheerful âYou okay?â greetings that are basically just an invitation to gossip, leaving us feeling a bit like a reality show contestantâeveryone wants the juicy details, but no one wants to help.
Help the future you
Well, I wanna say it’s ok to not be ok. It’s ok to cry and have that emotional meltdown đą. Believe it or not, when you have a good cry, you can then deal with the problem in front of you more clearly. When you cry, you’re not just making your face red and eyes puffy. You are releasing the hurt you feel and the pain you feel. It may not be better after one cry session you might have to have multiple of them. But each time you have a good cry, the cry is not as deep, or the duration isn’t as long as the one before. You owe it to your future self to get the help you need. Only you know what that looks like. It could be as simple as a talk session with a friend over coffee or perhaps more complex. You need to talk about a session with a licensed therapist.
It is OK, To Ask for Help
Now I’m not saying you have to be overly sensitive and cry over every little thing that goes wrong. I’m talking about those breakups and the bad news that you weren’t intending on hearing. Or the possible childhood abuse effects on our life, like anxiety, angered easily or perhaps insecurity. It’s easier to be in denial than admit your hurt.
I know so many people in my own personal life hide how things affect them. Like they have things under control when you know they are a ticking emotional time bomb. But we need to get the help we deserve when we don’t know how to handle emotions on our own. Not everyone knows how to handle what they are feeling. It ok to ask for help to get on the right path to helping you feel better.
Who wrote the book if you have an emotional moment, your weak? Why are we listening when it clearly doesn’t help. I think it’s just the opposite. You are strong enough to show these emotions to let yourself feel the emotions and feel hurt.If you keep it inside, you will eventually explode, and that can be dangerous, just like an actual explosion.
Be Strong
Do you know how strong you actually are to be so vulnerable to show emotions. We are taught to hide it because people have mean comments when they see someone cry or however you choose to release the hurt. But, if more parents taught their kids what to do during a meltdown and how to handle negative emotions. America might not hear about school shootings because our kids would not suffer in silence they would learn to deal with whats going on in a positive manner.
I know what I’m asking isn’t going to be easy. There are so many ways to deal with situations, whether it’s a break up, death, abuse, or bulling just to name a few strong situations that have strong emotions tied to them that some of us have to deal with. we can break the cycle with our own kids and teach them to handle emotions and that it’s normal to deal with what they are feeling.
How to deal
There are many ways to deal with our problems that happen in life, that leads to strong emotional build up.. Talk to someone about it. Even if that person has no answers, just speaking out loud what’s going on with you can help. if you’re not the talking type, write it in a journal so you can look back and see how far you come. You can also scream in the woods. Also, going on a run is another way to deal with situations. I know I said it’s ok to not be ok. I meant that you go ahead and have that good cry.
A good cry will help more than you realize, then comes the road to help yourself heal so you can become more focused on a better future. If this sounds like something you’re going through, I want you to know pain doesn’t last forever. And you’re not alone. There is light at the end of the tunnel, which can lead to a beautiful place.
Iâm a survivor of child abuse, and guess what? I spent years playing hide-and-seek with my pain. Spoiler alert: it turns out my emotional baggage gave me a few mental scars as souvenirs! They sneak into my future choices like an unwanted party crasher. I’m sharing this post because Iâve learned firsthand that ignoring past or present emotions can turn you into a real-life piñataâjust waiting to be whacked! Itâs totally okay to have a good olâ emotional cry, like a toddler who just saw their ice cream fall. Just make sure you donât set up camp in âpoor meâ land; youâll find yourself buried under a pile of self-pity, which is less fun than it sounds. Trust me, itâs like trying to navigate a bumper car track on your way to healingâit only leads to more crashes! Your future self is out there, giving you a thumbs-up for taking time to fix those inner boo-boos. So, grant yourself a little emotional rehabâafter all, you deserve to feel fantastic!
I hoped I helped someone who reads this post. I know this post is heavy in topic, but it needed to be said. This is not a topic I take lightly. I want to encourage you to face what’s hurting you. Whether it has been a week or 20 years. If you made it this far, I think you can agree that you need to make a change so you can move on from whatever hurt you’re dealing with.
Thank you for reading this. I couldn’t have a blog without an audience. Without you, I would be just talking to myself, and that doesn’t look mentally stable. (Punt intented) Until we meet again, have a blessed day, and God bless
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Though the town in Essex where we lived had cars, people walked everywhere. And Iâm not just talking about kids and young couplesâI mean older people too. Even now, 25 years later, I can still picture the main street clearly in my mindâs eye. The elderly there seemed to live well into their 90s or even 100. After all, the Queen Mother lived to be 102. In America, reaching 80 is often considered a major milestone, but in England, longevity felt almost ordinary.
Behind In Times
America is all about the fast pace of life and constant innovation, while Essex moves at a more relaxed rhythm. So relaxed, in fact, that milk was still delivered to doorsteps in glass bottles, in 4- or 6-counts. I was fascinated to see something I had only ever seen in movies. As I delivered my newspapers, it really felt like stepping back in time. Another example of Englandâs quaint ways was the little shop in the town where I lived, which sold carbonated drinks in glass bottles. Personally, I think soft drinks taste better from glass than plasticâthe drink just seems more refreshing, somehow.
Different Words
The UK uses some words that are different from what we use in America, even though they describe the same things. Iâve put together a list of a few of these words and their meanings below. It almost feels like stepping into ancient timesâa whole new world of language and culture.
Chips- French Fries
Crisps- Potato Chips
Jumper- sweater
Lorry- Semi
Loo- Toilet
Trainers- sneakers
Mate- friend
Torch-flashlight
Flat-Apartment
Just to name a few, these are some words the British use to describe things we also have in America. It really feels like the kind of language you might have heard back in the 1800s. Iâm not sure if they spoke exactly like that, but I like to imagine they did.
Food
My parents didnât take me and my sisters to many pubsâthose traditional establishments where people go to eat, drink, and socialize. Think of it as a family-friendly bar, a bit like a tavern. I remember the first time I went to a pub: I ordered a ham on a baguette, expecting something like the thin sandwich meat we had back home. Nope. What I got was a thick, grilled slab of ham. But I was a trooper and ate every bite.
The following week, we returned, and this time I bravely tried lamb with mashed potatoes and gravy. It was my very first taste of lambâand also the last. Chewy doesnât even begin to cover it; it took me ages to get it down. Of course, the real star of any pub meal was fish and chipsâbasically Englandâs version of pizza, the go-to comfort food we couldnât resist.
If youâve read my post My Time in Essex, UK, youâll know I worked on a horse farm. Seeing someone riding a horse there was as common as seeing someone walking their dog here in America. The horses even wore reflective gear in wet weatherâlike tiny four-legged commuters braving the rain. Horses in England are clearly cherished and treated like royalty. I tried to find a picture to show the reflective gear, but alas, no luckâapparently even Google couldnât capture these posh ponies in action!
Cars
The cars I saw over there were generally smallâthink Ford Escorts and the like. But thereâs one car that will make you do a double-take just to make sure youâre seeing it right: a three-wheeled car. Yes, you heard meâthree wheels! Even in England, theyâre a rare sight nowadays, more of a collectorâs item than a daily driver. Picture this: two wheels in the back and one lonely wheel in the middle up front. I managed to dig up a picture of one for you down belowâprepare to blink twice.
That’s It
Thatâs pretty much what I took away from living in the UK. Back then, as a 14-year-old girl, I had no idea I was actually living in a different countryâI just thought the milk tasted fancier. Now, 25 years later, Iâm sharing some of those experiences with you. Another souvenir I brought back? A British accent that still sneaks out in certain wordsâusually when Iâm trying to sound fancy or confuse my American friends.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this little trip down memory lane. And if you happen to catch me saying âlorryâ instead of âtruckâ or âbiscuitâ instead of âcookie,â just know itâs perfectly normal⊠in my head. Until next time, stay curious, stay laughing, and have a blessed day!
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I donât know about you, but I didnât exactly like myself for a long time (still working on it â self-love is apparently a lifetime subscription, not a free trial). In my 20s, I wanted everyone to like me, which is hilarious now because thatâs literally impossible. You can be the juiciest peach in the world, and someone out there is still going to hate peaches. Realizing that was a tough pill to swallow⊠and not one of those tiny easy-to-swallow pills, either â Iâm talking the horse-sized vitamin kind you have to psych yourself up for.
But hereâs the thing â there are people out there who will absolutely treasure you, but first youâve got to treasure yourself. And let me tell you, I was not a fan of my own company at first. Now that Iâm in my 30s, though, I actually like hanging out with myself â which is convenient because Iâm kind of stuck with me forever.
So, here I am, trying something new and throwing myself into the mysterious world of blogging. (How am I doing? Please clap.) At the end of the day, building a relationship with yourself is a lot like starting a new friendship â thereâs a little awkward small talk at first (âSo, uh⊠what do you like to do for fun?â), but before long, you realize youâre actually pretty great to be around.
So hereâs the big question: will you accept your own friend request? (I promise you wonât regret it!
Embrace self-compassion: replace harsh inner criticism voice with a loving voice.
Set healthy boundaries: Learn to say “no” because your time and energy is important.
Practice positive self talk: Learn to speak to yourself with love and encouragement but most of all support.
Engage in self: Eating well, exercising, reading a book or spending time in nature.
Accepting yourself unconditionally: Learn to accept your weaknesses and strengths and understand your worth is not tied to achieving perfection or meeting what others think.
Pursue your own goals: Love yourself enough to learn new skills, and try new activities that bring you happiness.
Create a Bond with Yourself
When I buy gifts for my friends, I get ridiculously excited to give them â like, Iâm basically a golden retriever waiting for them to open it. And the more we hang out with our friends, the stronger that bond grows, right? Well, the same thing goes for ourselves. When we take time to spoil ourselves â whether thatâs with a fancy coffee, a quiet night in, or just saying ânoâ to something we donât want to do â we start to actually like ourselves a little more.
The trick is to learn how to self-analyze without turning into your own harshest critic. Ask yourself questions: âWhat actually makes me happy?â âWhat do I not love about myself â and can I fix it, or just accept it?â And then â hereâs the important part â answer yourself the same way you would if you were talking to a friend you care about. Yes, that means having an actual conversation with yourself. (Pro tip: wait until youâre alone, or people might start asking if youâre okay. Or just own it â youâre deep, not weird.)
If youâre a good friend, youâre not just going to sit there and nod when your friend starts talking bad about themselves. No way â youâre going to look at them like they just said aliens built the pyramids and give them a full-on pep talk. Thatâs what good friends do. Well, guess what? Youâve got to be that same kind of friend to yourself. Yep, itâs time to give yourself a pep talk â out loud if you have to. (Bonus points if you do it in front of a mirror. Extra bonus points if you use a dramatic superhero voice.)
Because deep, deep down, you know that little voice in your head talking trash isnât telling the truth. And if some of it is true? Cool â thatâs where you make a game plan. For example: âYou say Iâm fat?â Okay, what can we do about it? Go for a 20-minute walk after dinner, dance around the living room like no oneâs watching, or join a gym and get yourself a support squad. The point isnât just to change your body â itâs to change how you feel about you.
Practicing self-kindness doesnât have to be all bubble baths and scented candles (though those are great, too). It can be as simple as taking baby steps to improve your situation and cheering yourself on along the way. Before you know it, youâll stop being just your harshest critic and start being your own biggest hype-person.
When you have a close friend you spend a lot of time with, you build this unspoken alliance â like a secret âBestie Avengersâ pact. You cheer them on, support their wild life decisions (even the questionable ones), and help them through the rough stuff. Well, guess what? Youâve got to do the exact same thing with yourself.
If youâve got toxic people around you, love yourself enough to say âNope, not today!â and slowly swap them out for people who lift you up instead of drag you down. (Think of it like spring cleaning, but for your social circle.) Once you do that, youâll notice your boundaries start popping up â kind of like those little fences in a cute garden. And then? Boom. Confidence starts to grow.
And when that confidence kicks in, those snarky comments or rude opinions wonât knock you over anymore. You wonât be ducking your head or trying to disappear into the wallpaper â because you actually like yourself. Youâve built a friendship with yourself, and you know whatâs true about you and whatâs just background noise.
You are a beautiful person â now all you need to do is grab that mirror, give yourself a wink, and say, âDang, we look good.â
And there you have it â once you actually get to know yourself, your whole focus does a 180. Suddenly youâre glowing from the inside out like you swallowed a lightbulb (donât actually do that). People will notice and probably start asking if youâre secretly in love or joined a fancy spa membership.
You are a strong, unique, beautiful human â like a rare collectible action figure but way cooler. Just be patient with yourself, because Rome wasnât built in a day, and neither is a solid relationship with yourself. (Although Rome also didnât have Netflix, so maybe you can get there faster.)
Anyway, I hope this pep talk has helped someone today. Stay fabulous, drink some water, and donât forget you are the main character in your story. Until we meet again, have a blessed day.
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