Have you ever stopped to think of the real power of WORDS? We hear lots of different quotes about being KIND, think about your words before SAYING them, that the NEGATIVE sticks much longer than the POSITIVE words, etc. If you really think about it, words are really affecting a lot of things going on in our lives RIGHT NOW.
For the last 35 years I’ve had a habit that was started because of WORDS, these ones were written down.
Growing up there was a family that lived close by that was like family to us. There was a young man that was my age in that family that I respected and counted as a friend. I placed a lot of value on our conversations, his opinions and of course, there were times over the years that I would have a crush on him, but we never were in a relationship, just overall had a good friendship.
In my early teen years I was laying upstairs in the hallway, very crampy, close to the bathroom and hoping I could survive that wonderful time of the month. I didn’t want anyone to see me - I felt very ugly. One of my siblings came to me as I was curled up in a ball and said they had a note from one of my friends for me. Before I opened the letter I was thinking how nice that someone wrote me a letter when I wasn’t feeling well.
I opened up the handwritten note and it didn’t contain many words, but it read something to this effect, “You are so ugly. You should never leave your room without showering, putting make up on and doing your hair to help cover your ugliness.”
This note was from this friend that I had known for several years and highly respected. At that point I decided that I would NEVER leave my room without makeup and my hair done and would shower before I ever went downstairs, including for breakfast. That no one would see me undone in hopes of having some kind of value / beauty. I’ve kept that habit my whole life until recently.
“You are so ugly. You should never leave your room without showering, putting make up on and doing your hair to help cover your ugliness.”
Honestly, I’ve not thought about that note often, it’s just a habit at that time I committed to and it’s something that has stuck with me. There have been times friends have asked me to exercise early in the mornings and it’s been a very difficult thing for me to do and honestly I’ve generally showered, done my hair and makeup gone and exercised and then come home and gotten ready again for the day. Days of surgery I’ve gotten ready for the day to go to the hospital for surgeries.
Over the last year my boys have questioned this habit and it’s caused me to reflect on the power of words and the impact this note has had on me for over 30 years. The young man that wrote that note is someone I still know, we’ve stayed friends over the years, would visit at college and the list goes on. We’ve had many interactions over the years. I’m betting he has no idea that note had any kind of impact on me and he’s a great guy. I’m sure it was probably something funny, maybe a joke, a bad day, peer pressure - who knows, but it’s stuck with me.
As I’ve done counseling this year I’ve started to allow myself to be a little more comfortable, not too much, but getting a little better about maybe not having my hair or makeup done to go downstairs in my own home. I ALWAYS shower first thing - that’s not an option. I’m working on believing that there is beauty in me. I’m working on loving myself and seeing value within myself. It’s something I’ve never believed so it’s something I’m reprogramming my mind to believe.
On the other hand I reflect back on my life and I can also remember compliments and kind words that have been shared with me. Over the last few months the sincere, kind words have sunk much deeper and I’ve been able to feel them.
Recently we were at Salem Pond for a few hours with our family and some friends. It was quiet and peaceful and the weather was perfect. I was truly relaxed and pondering things in my life. I decided to go for a walk around the pond. One thing that I decided to do was as I walked around the pond to look at anyone that I crossed paths with or were by the lake or sitting at a picnic table in the eye and say hello and be open to a conversation. It was such a great experience. I visited with a couple of guys sitting at a picnic table and as I left I wished them a good day. A young lady was fishing and she and I had a quick visit about her catching fish and wished her the best and the list goes on. I absolutely loved it! They were smiling and I was smiling and it felt good for my heart and healing. I was grateful I could share some kind words with strangers that day.
Words are something that have always been very powerful to me - good and bad. I’m not perfect by any means, but I work at seeing the good, sharing encouraging words with others, compliments, smiling and saying hi and looking people in the eye - striving to make a positive difference in others lives. I encourage each one of you to think about the power of your words. What are you doing to share your KIND WORDS? As a friend of mine just said to me, “Words are the most powerful tools we have.”
Please watch the video below. It is one of my most favorite videos on the Power of Words.
Last Sunday I walked outside and noticed that our flower bed had more water in it than normal - it looked more puddled. I mentioned it to Rick and he said let’s keep an eye on it, maybe the sprinklers ran a little longer or something. On Monday / Tuesday it didn’t look too bad so we didn’t worry about it. On Thursday morning we noticed it was puddled again and there was water coming out the base of a gutter by our sidewalk.
At that point Rick went and checked the basement to see if there was water downstairs and there was. That meant we needed to shift all of our attention to figuring out what was going on. Gratefully Brayden was able to come home from the Bishop Storehouse and help Rick start digging and Rick turned off the water to our home so we wouldn’t have any more water going into our basement.
Within a few hours they felt it was a sprinkler break and we thought, yea, this will be a fairly easy fix. Not so. There was still more water deeper so they kept digging. They got to about 5 ½ feet down, but it was dark and late so it was time to go to bed without any water to our home. On Friday morning Rick turned the water on for a short time so everyone could quickly take showers and he rigged things in the basement so the water would go into towels and buckets. Then off went the water for the rest of the day.
My brother offered to come over and help Rick Friday morning to keep digging so he got down in the hole and kept digging - we hadn’t found the leak yet. After a couple of hours they got to the water main going into our home, 8 ½ feet down and widening the hole due to where the pipe was they found the leak.
At this point dishes piled, mud tracked through the house that we couldn’t clean up, laundry starting to pile up from regular daily stuff and from all of the mud and working outside. My house being a mess raises my anxiety much higher, but I was trying to relax and recognize this was out of everyone’s control. Everyone was doing their best.
Around 5:30 p.m. a very dear friend of ours came over with his son and his wife to help us. He climbed down into the hole and started working on things. He had parts, tools and we were all thinking this would go smoothly. Between sprinklers kicking on, some glitches, ways things were done in our home and needing things from different places it was around 9:30 p.m. that we finally had running water into our home. We were all very excited!
None of us had dinner at that point so we came in and all sat around eating dinner enjoying the thought that there was water and things were fixed. Around 10 p.m. one of the boys commented that there was no water coming out of the tap. They all got up and hurried outside and found that the 8 ½ foot hole was full of water, water was flooding into our basement and something had happened - we didn’t know the details quite yet. Off went the water to our home again.
Brayden threw on his swimsuit and literally was swimming in this hole with buckets trying to quickly get water out of the hole so it wouldn’t all flood into our home. The boys all jumped in and helped. Rick went to the basement and started filling buckets of water and trying to salvage what he could from the basement.
Around 10:30 p.m. we are all tired, many working hard to deal with the water and laughing outside as they work together trying to keep things in perspective. Out comes a neighbor from their home and yells, “SHUT UP!!!!”
Honestly I think for me you could take all of 2020 and pile it into this week to sum it up.
He looked at the guys working and walked back in his house. Everyone covered in mud, huge pile of mud on the lawn, some of my nicer bowls and things out of my kitchen being used to bucket the water out as fast as they could and mud throughout my house - it was a real mess. There was no way to clean up anything and no way to fix things at 10:30 p.m. due to everywhere being closed.
As I laid in bed I felt soooo much anger! Anger over the entire week. This was a week from hell. Honestly I think for me you could take all of 2020 and pile it into this week to sum it up. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t have any answers. I didn’t know when my water would be turned back on - there was hope for the next day, but really how things had gone during the week I was losing hope. I didn’t know when my house would be clean. At 1:00 a.m. I felt like the world was caving in all around me and I didn’t know if I had anymore to give for anything.
Then I thought about my neighbor who yelled “Shut Up” and could he not see we were in crisis and of course I wasn’t surprised he didn’t offer to come and help. My thoughts were pretty negative. I found myself thinking besides seeing our crisis, I sure wish he could have understood how awful of a week had been overall.
THEN, I had some other thoughts come flooding in. Friends that came over and helped and were going to continue to help us on Saturday. My brother who had come over and helped. When my brother came over on Friday he and I had an AMAZING conversation that was an answer to my prayers. Brayden had court for a ticket that he got back in February this week and the judge was truly AMAZING and so kind. The process went really well. I’ve had some amazing conversations with my boys this week and my relationships with them is growing stronger. I found myself feeling very grateful for my progress. There were many other miracles that happened this week - great miracles.
Then my thoughts went to my neighbor. I thought to myself, I have no idea what they are going through, what their week has been like, what time they have to be to work, etc. The other thought I had was he was inside his home when he heard the noise, hadn’t seen the mess, maybe didn’t know who was making the noise, opened the door, it was dark and may not have even had time to see what was going on when he yelled “Shut up.” Maybe he had other things to say, but once he saw what was going on he just went inside and didn’t say anymore.
As I thought about all of this I thought about the quote of, “Always be kind to others. You never know what they might be going through.”
I would dare guess that everyone you cross paths with, people we interact with, work with, serve with, even our own family are going through things that we can’t see that are difficult.
In my experience, and I would dare guess that everyone you cross paths with, people we interact with, work with, serve with, even our own family are going through things that we can’t see that are difficult. Our life challenges or things that are weighing heavy on us are often not like the big mud pile or the water that was seeping into my basement. And in reality, we don’t know how long the water had been leaking into my basement. We didn’t see the little by little damage that was happening in our basement. And then there was the moment that the water burst into our home and filled the hole quickly. Our challenges can be just like that - sometimes little by little and sometimes comes gushing in, but the big thing is most often we can’t see the damage or struggles in others. Something we do might be the straw that breaks the camels back.
I wished that my neighbor had understood what my week had been like and I’m sure he was thinking why didn’t we understand why they wanted it quiet.
Most of the time things are not as they appear. A smile or laughter doesn’t mean there isn’t a great challenge going on inside. Count your blessings and recognize the good in your life - there’s always something. Look around you and bless someone else’s life. Be the kind words. Make a positive difference. Be the friend that comes and hops in the hole and helps dig out the dirt and is willing to get muddy in making a difference and stopping the leak of pain and damage that comes in life.
The BEST WORDS I’ve heard today from my boys is, “I’m grateful we have running water.” With that comes much gratitude and miracles.
Do you have a sanctuary? Have you ever stopped to ask yourself that question? Are you thinking it doesn’t really matter if I have a sanctuary, because I don’t have time to enjoy it?
Of course I have a sanctuary, that’s in my room or escaping to the restroom for a few minutes before your children find you. Maybe you have a job that you enjoy going to and feel like that’s a place you can escape to forget the problems at home?
Why would you need a sanctuary?
I went to my first counseling appointment and it was great, more get to know you type things. I was grateful for a starting place, because I wasn’t quite sure where to start. I had figured I would go to the next appointment and we would dive right into the things I had shared the previous week. I was ready to get down to business and start knocking things out so I could get better and move on with my life - wow, I was really wrong with that thought - lol.
My counselor asked me where I go for a sanctuary. I was like, um, my home, the temple? The reality is I was thinking what does this have to do with anything, but thought well, I’ll listen and see where this goes. I just wanted to get better.
I started counseling the end of December so pretty much most days the boys were heading off to school, Rick was heading to Salt Lake for work and Brayden would head off to his service mission for part of each day. I felt that my home could easily be my sanctuary with everyone gone most each day. The temple I didn’t get to very often, but definitely found peace when I went. A place to clear my mind.
He asked me to come up with other places. A place that I could get away from the things in my home, didn’t need to be somewhere spiritual that I could have 20 - 30 minutes a day to myself. I honestly couldn’t think of anywhere, because I was so busy I didn’t have time to do something like that and honestly it didn’t sound appealing to me to spend that kind of time alone, by myself, with my own thoughts. He suggested a favorite place to get a treat and just go in and sit by myself, up the canyon, a view that I could enjoy, etc. I’m very task oriented and I wanted to know what this would check off on a list.
The assignment was each day to take 20 - 30 minutes, go somewhere quiet by myself and just think, ponder, clear my thoughts, listen to music, whatever I wanted, but it was me time. Turn off the phone and be disconnected.
The assignment was each day to take 20 - 30 minutes, go somewhere quiet by myself
I left that first appointment thinking alright I’ll give this a try, but it just doesn’t make sense and my attitude was I would do it when I could fit it into my schedule, so it definitely wouldn’t be everyday. It took me a little bit, but one Saturday I was chatting a good friend of mine who had been on my counseling journey with me I was sharing that I was feeling anxious, but that I needed to be home to take care of things that my family needed, etc. My friend really pushed on me to give it a try and see what would happen. I finally said to Rick and my boys that I was going to go for a drive and I would be back in about 30 minutes. I didn’t really have a great attitude about it and I honestly couldn’t think of anywhere except for the temple grounds. I drove up there and parked the car and looked at the temple. I decided to turn on some music and see if I could figure out how to sort out my thoughts all by myself.
It took me a bit to relax and really turn inward, but there were words to songs that really struck me, that caused me to calm down. I was at the temple grounds for maybe 20 minutes, but it was calming, it was really what I needed. I came home and went back to life feeling calmer. I wasn’t consistent with taking that time away from my home, but as time went on I found that I loved my own quiet time everyday. Sometimes I would have a conversation with Heavenly Father, other times I would make notes on my phone of thoughts I was having, reviewed things from my counseling appointments, listened to music, enjoyed nature, did voice messages on my phone for friends or those that I thought of and sometimes I just close my eyes and rest.
The other thing I found was that the baseball field was a place of sanctuary for me so often I would go to the ballpark for my sanctuary.
At first it seemed like an interesting way to start out my counseling / healing journey, but honestly it’s been an anchor and foundation for my healing process. I’m extremely grateful that I started learning this before Covid 19 shut everything down. It’s been a very difficult time, but learning to take time for myself, doesn’t have to be a lot of time, has been life changing.
Regardless of what you’re going through, I encourage each of you to take time for yourselves, find yourself a sanctuary each day. It will truly make a positive difference in your life.
I wanted to share something light and fun today - a success from the last 9 months. Throughout this year it’s been nice to have each of the boys go into counseling. We’ve all had the same counselor and it’s been a family affair. I’ve loved that it’s been an opportunity for our family to do this together and when we are just sitting around or chatting with each other we have great conversations with each other using terms and experiences we’ve all learned in counseling. It’s opened up a whole new world of conversation in our home.
As many know over the years I’ve been heavily involved with a lot of things and often made commitments that the only way they could be accomplished was as a whole family. I’ve had high expectations and honestly expected a level of perfection. There wasn’t time for processing how everyone was feeling or for attitudes. My boys have been amazing to go along with everything, have been very supportive and loved the experiences, but there was a cost to their mom being so busy, task oriented and my expectations.
On Sunday I was excited to share with the boys that 27 years ago that evening I was set apart as a full time missionary and my life’s never been the same. I commented that was the end of some of the harder things I had been through in relationships. Tanner asked me a question specifically about that time in my life and I answered him. He was nervous and timid at first, but then I told him he was welcome to ask any questions and I would be happy to answer anything he wanted to know. We had an AMAZING conversation and it strengthened our relationship so much.
He made the comment that for the longest time he didn’t know what I had been through and then as some things have come up he didn’t feel he could ask any questions, which was a true statement. I wasn’t open to talking about things from my past and how I felt then or even over the years. He thanked me for being open and sharing with him. He loves that he feels safe to ask anything or talk about anything with me and knows that things will be fine and we can have great, open conversations. No judgement and now he knows his mom’s not perfect, which is a great thing.
After I answered all of his questions he shared with me that he felt bad about some of the things he had written about me during the Fall that he had on his phone. He shared that he didn’t understand what I had been through and he had a greater appreciation for my struggles and what I was going through. I asked him to share with me the things he had written and he said that he felt so bad and didn’t want to hurt me.
In a very loving way he opened up and shared with me the things he had written. It was very eye opening to me and helped me see into things he was experiencing and feeling from my expectations and how I handled things in our home. Honestly, many of his feelings mirrored things that I have felt for 48 years.
I used to be so calendared, busy, no time to stop and seize the opportunities that were the most important.
I encouraged him to share those things in counseling yesterday and to talk through how he felt and how he’s feeling now. I had the opportunity to go in the session with him and it was such an amazing experience to talk about the changes that have come in our home through the last 9 months and how much healthier we have all become. It’s been a long road, but so rewarding.
After counseling he asked if we could stop at Baskin Robbins. I’ve not been to Baskin Robbins in at least 10 years. Without question of what else we had going on for the day we went to Baskin Robbins. We put on our masks, went in and got waffle cones and ice cream. There wasn’t seating inside due to Covid-19 so we went out to the van and sat and ate our ice cream. Not only did we enjoy our ice cream, but we made a mess with it dripping all over and we laughed and talked and came up with the story we would tell Rick as to why we were an hour late getting home - lol.
I used to be so calendared, busy, no time to stop and seize the opportunities that were the most important. I didn’t know how to have healthy, fun conversations with my boys. I was very much task oriented and the conversations were about school work, what did they need to get done, the house being cleaned and the list goes on. I would have never imagined being calm about ice cream melting all over and making a mess. I even got ice cream on my nose and we laughed together about it.
I’ve loved connecting with my boys on a whole different level and having a much deeper understanding of each other’s emotions and the real things in life that matter. This has only come because together we have worked hard at changing most everything about our family dynamics through counseling and we’ve all been willing to change - a true conversion to a happier, more sincere, connected life.
One day at a time or as a dear friend says, one hour at a time.
I wasn’t planning on jumping into this subject right off the bat, but with September being Suicide Prevention Awareness Month I thought I would take this opportunity to share a personal story about suicide.
More than likely we’ve all been affected by suicide in some way. I reflect back on my teenage years and I can still remember the names of a couple of peers that took their own lives. My son lost a dear friend in 2019. Another one of my son’s has carried a friend to the front office at school who had overdosed and watched her be taken away in an ambulance in hopes of saving her life - she pulled through. This son is on the Hope Squad at the High School and has loved his experiences over the last 3 years. He’s learned many valuable lessons.
When I got on my mission and into counseling my counselor said I was stubborn and a fighter. I honestly hadn’t ever thought about taking my own life through all of those challenges. I guess I felt I had something to prove and I was being successful at portraying a happy, all together life.
Over the years there have been times I’ve thought how am I going to get through this, different challenges felt very heavy and difficult, but I’ve honestly always been a fighter and felt I would find a way through things.
Last year as everything came crumbling down I honestly couldn’t think through things anymore. I was so exhausted and had lost hope. I was sinking into a very deep depression and my heart was racing a lot and at times I felt I couldn’t function anymore - I felt paralyzed. I would push to get up and do the things that had to be done, but didn’t have much more left in me. Nights were crazy difficult for me. Usually around 2:00 - 3:00 p.m. I would start to crash for the rest of the evening. I didn’t even feel like myself.
The counseling was a huge blessing to start processing things. I started to better understand depression and anxiety and how much I was dealing with those things. I hit a point that I couldn’t deal with things anymore. I found myself staying in my bed and feeling like I couldn’t push through everything and thought a handful of times about ending my life. It was like an out of body experience. I honestly wasn’t connecting to the 47 year old recognizing all of the good things in my life. None of that was really being considered in my thinking.
I hit a point that I couldn’t deal with things anymore. I found myself staying in my bed and feeling like I couldn’t push through everything and thought a handful of times about ending my life
I was struggling with sleeping. I was on an antidepressant that had definitely taken the edge off things, but I was truly falling apart. Towards the end of May there was an afternoon / evening that I had spiraled. I honestly couldn’t think through things anymore. I was tired, didn’t feel I would be missed by anyone and honestly felt I was destroying the good relationships in my life. Those I wanted to accept and love me I just knew I wasn’t enough. Everyone was gone. I was home by myself curled up on the couch crying. I shut off my phone, had a plan and was ready to end things. I was honestly not connecting with the real reality. I felt I was in a space of reality, but it wasn’t real.
THEN, in walks one of my son’s much earlier than I thought he would be home. He said he felt to come home for a few minutes before heading somewhere else. As soon as the door opened it was like I snapped back into my real reality. I felt back connected to my real life. It didn’t take away the pain, the sadness, loss of hope I was feeling, but it did help me see that I needed more help.
With the help of a couple of friends and Rick I made an appointment with my doctor. I almost didn’t go to the appointment, but I had a friend make it clear to me that I needed to make myself a priority and take care of myself before I could sincerely help my family and others. Talking with my counselor he talked about the importance of sleep. I kept the appointment and as I talked with my doctor he decided to put me on PTSD medication that would help me sleep through my dreams / nightmares.
With medication, counseling and alot of support I was able to turn a corner and I’ve not looked back at that as an option in my life. I look back at that time and I came to really understand how people get to the state of mind of giving up. I’m so grateful for my son that has been in Hope Squad who sat down with our family and shared so much of what he has learned.
Most wouldn’t have ever guessed that I was struggling to the point of taking my own life. I come across as having it all together. Happy, laughing, busy, serving, volunteering in many different places, looking out for others - it appears things are going well in my life. I’m sharing this experience, because we honestly don’t know what is going on in people’s lives. We don’t know their internal struggles. Depression, anxiety, low self esteem and many other things are not visible. Can be hidden well. I encourage everyone to always strive to look for the best in people. To be kind. To smile. Be a friend. If you have a feeling to reach out to someone - do it. You never know what kind of an impact you can have on others lives.
I love this video and I’ve watched it over and over and over again. As a child we feel stay can be a rewarding positive word, but as we get older and feel the pressure of the word stay it can be difficult to stay.
PLEASE STAY! There is hope. There is help. Things are not all lost. People love you - you just might not be loving yourself right now to feel others love. When your facing anxiety or depression or those moments that are out of body experiences and just don’t really feel like you go for a walk, write down your thoughts, turn on some music, go outside, try to have a conversation with a loved one, write yourself a letter when you are feeling strong that you can read when you hit the tough times.
I will say that for the first time in my life I’ve come to really understand the importance of sleep. The importance of taking care of yourself. Think about the foods you eat. Taking time for yourself. It’s the little things that add up to make the biggest difference - we don’t have to be perfect or do it all at once. One step at a time.
Be kind to yourself. AND, CHOOSE TO STAY!!!
A wife and mother of 4 boys and 1 daughter-in-law, I have spent my entire adult life devoted to my family. I have been busy in their schools, supporting them in all of their school work, sporting events, activities, etc. I spent years heavily involved in the PTA, church callings, etc Life for me has always been overwhelmingly busy. While I thought this was my sanity, the truth is it masked issues - real issues - that I needed to work on to gain true sanity. I am sharing my story in this blog. I do this so that I might be able to help other women find their true sanity