Quit These Things For A Simpler Life

Life gets crazy. Whether it’s our busy schedules or busy minds, we could all use some time to simplify our lives. Previously, I gave you all a couple lists of things to do to simplify your lives. Now, here’s a list of things to quit to make your life a little more simple. 

1. Trying to be perfect

Whether you’re trying to look perfect, be perfect, seem perfect, or do perfectly, just stop. Art is beautiful and each piece has its flaws. No one on this planet is absolutely perfect. Even Kendall Jenner makes mistakes and stars in terrible soda commercials. 

2. Comparing yourself

I have a hard time with this one. Lately it seems like all I do is compare what I look like, what I have, who I am, to what I see on Pinterest. It’s terrible. And, has only made my life more complicated. To make things more simple, just accept who you truly are and be happy with what you have. 

3. Dwelling on the past

This is another huge one for me. I tend to dwell on my past. A lot of bad things happened back then. But, the only way to enjoy a simple life is to accept what happened and enjoy the moments you’re in. 

4. Complaining

Just don’t. Be grateful for what you have. Be grateful for this life. I complain to myself all day, but if I put it aside like I’m doing right now, I’m able to do what I truly want to. 

5. Waiting

This one I’m working on right now. I stopped waiting to feel like writing and just started writing. I don’t know if I’ll make it to the end of this post and publish it, but I’m trying to make shit happen. Don’t wait around for motivation to strike, just start doing it and motivation may come. 

6. Lying 

Pretty much, don’t be an asshole. Don’t lie to others, even if it’s a simple, “how are you” question. Speak the truth, always. 

7. Pleasing everyone

You will never be able to make everyone happy. I learned this while living in Tennessee. Everyone expected so much from me and I was under so much pressure to be perfect for everyone. Just try and make yourself happy and those who truly care won’t mind. 

8. Thinking you’re not ready

I have this habit of thinking I’m not ready to write. It’s not clean enough, I don’t have a desk, I’m a mess how can I help others, the list goes on. Put aside your doubts and just start trying. Start working on what you think you’re not ready for. You may surprise yourself. 

9. Buying things you don’t need

I had a huge problem with this. I kept buying and buying thinking I needed it all. I don’t. And it turns out, most of it is heading to Goodwill. Buy only the things you need. 

10. Blaming others

I could sit here all day and list the reasons why others are to blame for my problems. But truth is, it’s my response to the actions of others that caused my problems. We’re in control of ourselves, if something is wrong we need to look at us not them. 

11. Overthinking 

I’m fighting this one off right now. I’m overthinking that this piece isn’t good enough, funny enough, or sarcastic enough. I haven’t been able to write in two weeks because I keep overthinking everything. Hopefully this will get me back into writing again. 



Where Did I Go?

Has anyone seen me? Because I can’t seem to find myself anymore. 

I don’t know if this is due to being on the wrong medication, a Depressive Episode, or maybe just a lot of stress and anxiety. Whatever it is, it’s stolen me from myself and I can’t get back. 

I used to enjoy things like doing my makeup, now I can’t bear the thought of it. Anything I want to do is seen as pointless because it’ll never be “good enough.” I can’t get this thinking out of my head, and it’s killing me inside. 

To top it all off, it’s made my self esteem take a huge dive. I can’t help but think I’m the ugliest thing out there. I can’t help but feel gross and pathetic. I keep comparing myself to all those women on Pinterest and Instagram, as if anyone can actually look like that all the time. 

Yesterday, someone told me they were proud of me, that I’m inspiring. I just wanted to tell them that they messaged the wrong girl, I’m worthy of neither of those compliments. I mean, have you seen my kitchen? What about the bathroom? I’m not worthy of anything. 

I’m stuck. I’m stuck in this negative thinking trap and I can’t get out. I don’t know which way to go. Do I turn to my self help books? Do I turn to yoga? How do I get back out of this? 

Thankfully, I have a therapy appointment today. Hopefully it’ll help some. But, the real help comes not until the 22nd. It seems so far away, but I’ll make it there. I’m sure of it. 

Until then, I’ll keep fighting to stay strong. I will win this battle, I will find my way around the dark pit of depression. 


Where Is Motivation?

Seriously, where the fuck is motivation when you need it?

It’s something on my mind a lot lately. It’s something I’ve always struggled with. I could be motivated to do something and then a split second later, it’s gone. I could search for it in all the self help books I can find, but the truth is, it’ll always fade away. 

I’ve been searching, literally searching the internet, for ways to stay motivated or find it again. Everything I’ve read says that discipline is the answer. Even when you don’t feel like it, do it. Well, if only it were that easy. 

When I don’t feel motivated and I try to keep going, I get so damn angry. Like, irrationally angry. It’s ridiculous. I was never ever taught discipline. Ever. So, now what? Now what do I do?

My life is controlled by my feelings and emotions, which I never thought bad until now. Now I want to work on my goals, I want to accomplish things, but how the hell do I even begin? Like, I don’t know, honestly. I could pick up the book I have to read and study, but then within the first few sentences I will get frustrated and overwhelmed and put it back down. Ending up feeling disappointed in myself. So, why even bother?

Truth is, I’m just as frustrated with life at the moment. I’m not doing anything, I’m wasting my days. I plan to start school in the fall, but until then, what should I be doing? Building my blog, reaching out to others. I need to do this, but I can’t seem to get the ball rolling. 

I’m great at doing the bear minimum. And I’m great at overachieving when I feel like it. But, right now I’m stuck in this not wanting to just get by and also not feeling like doing anything. It’s driving me insane!

I wish I had answers, I wish I was doing so well that I could inspire you to be disciplined as well. But, I can’t. I can only share my struggles at this moment. Hoping someone will relate. 

What’s your tips for starting to build discipline? How do you find motivation? Let us all know in the comments, your words and experience could help me and maybe even a reader out! Let’s work together to be the best we can!


Life Can Change

This man inspires the hell out of me. 

I started this blog as a way to inspire others, to share hope, and to let others know they’re not alone. So, I felt the need to share a story I love. 

Before I begin, I didn’t ask permission to write this so, I’ll be leaving out many details for respect. Thank you for understanding. 

Yesterday, was a day like any day. We went and got our hair done, we went Goodwill hunting, and we painted a coffee table. However, yesterday, he was still on probation. Today, that’s a different story. 

For the first time in years, Steven isn’t on probation, nor is he in prison. And I couldn’t be more proud of him. This month he celebrates being off of probation. 

I can’t even begin to believe how much he has been through, how much he has seen. I didn’t have the privilege of knowing him until we officially met on our way to his family’s Thanksgiving dinner. Yes, we didn’t meet until going to his family’s event because, it just so happens that his sisters are my best friends and also a great source of inspiration to me. 

Lately, I’ve caught myself feeling down and bad about my life. While it’s so much greater now that he’s in it, I still feel like there’s something missing. Maybe it’s an education or a career, those have been bothering me lately. I’ve been feeling stuck and trapped because of my mental health, and now that I think about it, I imagine he’s probably felt that way too. 

It’s sometimes hard to look at the future with hope and with courage. It can be so taunting. And when you can’t even see what your weekend will look like, it’s hard to see what it looks like at the end of the tunnel of depression. I don’t know when this will end, I’ve been struggling for years, and coming up to a year of not having done much other than focus on my healing. It’s been over a year since I’ve held a job, and that makes it that much harder. 

He didn’t know when exactly his probation would end, he had no clue until about a month ago that there was a good chance he’d actually get off early. Just like I don’t know when my depression will end, but there’s hope. I know one day it will end and I will live a life I’m proud of. 

The thing that gets me in patience. There’s a chance that I could start school again in the fall. A small chance, but I’m still clinging to it. Holding out hope that maybe, just maybe I can turn my life around. I’ve made a lot of mistakes that have ended me up in my own form of probation. Which, I’ve actually been on before so I know what I’m talking about. It’s like, you’ve got to prove to someone you’re worthy of having a full life again. I say this because I basically have to prove to my grandmother, who will pay for my education, that I’m worthy of taking a risk again. 

My odds are slim, I’ve dropped out and failed so many times I’ve lost count. I’ve even been to jail and I’ve made some mistakes that have not done who I am any justice. I’ve been lost searching for peace in all the wrong places. I haven’t had it rough by any means, at least I don’t believe I have. I’ve been homeless, but always had a roof over my head. I’ve been a drunk, but always had company to take care of me. I’ve been kicked out, but always had a place to go. I’ve lived in a hotel, but had friends to see me through. I’ve never gone hungry, I’ve never truly been alone, and I’ve never had all my freedom taken from me. Above all, my God has always watched out over me. My life has been rocky, but I’m blessed to say I’ve survived. 

Looking at Steven’s life, I know change is now possible. I can work hard, dedicate myself to it, and know that one day things will be different. I won’t always be sitting out on my patio drinking coffee all day feeling stressed because my brain won’t work. I have goals, things I want to work towards. Things I want to accomplish. 

So, thank you Steven, thank you for having a story that opened my eyes to the wonderful possibilities that life has to offer. You are such an amazing man, you have grown for the better, and even though sometimes you get on my last nerve (and embarrass the hell out of me) I will love you for always. You constantly help me save myself. You don’t even try, it just comes naturally. You’re the hand I’ve wanted to hold while I figure things out for myself. You encourage me, remind me things are okay, and you love me even though I keep you up at night because I’m moody and emotional. 

I love you. 


Coffee, Fritos, and Gilmore Girls

Some days recovery from depression looks like false eyelashes, high heels, and getting shit done. Other days, it looks like curling up in a ball on the floor, tears of mascara falling down your face, and desperately seeking answers and inspiration in your favorite books and tv shows. 

Yesterday, was false eyelashes. Today, was curling up on the floor. Yeah, that’s right. I hit my knees, lowered my head, and asked God to just help me as tears rolled down my face. I couldn’t find a book I wanted to read, I couldn’t write, I couldn’t find Breakfast at Tiffany’s, the dogs were fighting, and people upstairs sounded like they were about to tear down the damn place! Of course I cried! I had control over nothing. 

Then, by some miracle, I was able to watch Netflix on my phone and, of course, chose the lovely Gilmore Girls as my place of escape. Nothing inspires me more than traveling to Stars Hallow and being reminded that life is a mess. But, there’s humor in everything. And coffee. 

I was watching one of the new episodes, one where Rory takes an unpaid job at the Stars Hallow Gazette. It was enough inspiration to get me out of bed and out onto my patio to write this. 

I’m where I need to be at the moment. As much as I want a “normal life” I know I couldn’t handle one right now. Just the dogs barking and people being loud upstairs is enough to make me cry. And that’s okay. Because right now, I’m growing. There will be something to learn from all of this. There will be something I can look back and say, I’m thankful for the time off I took. 

My biggest challenge right now is to not run away. All I want to do is pack my bags and get on a plane. Travel, escape my life. But, I know that’s not possible. It’s not where I need to be at the moment. For some reason, I need to be here at home. I need to be writing my stories and celebrating the life I’ve lived thus far. 

One day, I’ll have a job. One day, I’ll have a family. One day, just one day. But I can’t handle all that right now. And that’s okay. It’s okay. It’s all okay. 


Living With Someone

When you have a mental illness, alone time can be very important. Although, sometimes you want too much alone time and then you start to isolate yourself. It’s hard to find a balance, especially if you live alone. Trust me, I’ve been there. But, how do you cope when it’s the opposite? Suddenly, someone is there constantly and they’re living with you. It can get overwhelming. 

This past weekend, my boyfriend officially moved in with me. No longer is this my apartment and no longer is it just my dog and I. No, we went and got ourselves another dog. So, now I have my little fur baby, his big fur baby, and him all in a one bedroom apartment. Yeah, it’s as crowded as you think. Don’t get me wrong, I love every minute of it (except when the dogs are acting up). 

What I’ve found most helpful is my alone time, no matter how I get it. And I’m talking no dogs, nothing. Just me. Today, my boyfriend is off of work so, I had to ask for my alone time. Well, not really ask, I just told him I needed some time. He understands it’s not about him, I just get in these anxious moods and I need time to calm down. So, while I sit outside and drink my coffee, he’s inside with the dogs playing video games. I don’t know how long I’ll be outside, but I know he understands. 

Now, during the week it’s a bit more challenging. I haven’t had any alone time without dogs because I’ve been trying to keep them separate when I go outside. I don’t want them to be alone together just yet. Tomorrow, I’ll probably put one in his spot that he stays in when we leave the house so I can have some time to myself. I won’t leave him alone too long, though. 

How else can you cope when living with someone else while you have a mental illness? 

Well, they have to be understanding. They have to be willing to help you when you need it. This past week, my boyfriend has had to do the dishes for me. I don’t like this, I’d rather do the dishes for him since he works, but he doesn’t mind. He also has cooked for me, as I tend to use that time to get my alone time. 

The thing is, you have to talk and understand each other. If he doesn’t feel like cooking dinner, I want him to tell me that. I want to help him as much as he helps me. Some days I’ll be able to cook dinner, other days we’ll have to order pizza because he’s exhausted and my mind can’t function properly. It all depends on the day. 

But, at the end of the day, it comes down to communication and respect. I always let him know how I’m feeling. Just so he can be prepared if something were to happen. Things have been going great, and I’m glad we made this choice. 


At War (with Bipolar Depression)

This post begins the series, At War. I will be bringing you with me into my battles against Bipolar Disorder (depression and mania), Anxiety, and PTSD. 

As I began my day on Friday, I looked forward with optimism. Friday was going to be a good day. I didn’t have much to do, I created a lot to do for myself, though. Most of my days begin with a great attitude. I wake up to the hottest, sweetest man ever and I get to enjoy coffee with him. It’s out special time together, just us. Then I take him to work and we begin our days. 

Of course, I start my day with one, of many, pots of coffee. Since I also deal with anxiety, and I take stimulants, I found it best to drink half caf coffee. However, my first pot is almost always regular just because I need it to make sure I’m awake enough at 5:30am to drive my man to work. 

When I get home begins the day’s routine. Around 7am I take my first two little pills. An antidepressant and an ADD medication. The antidepressant no longer works on its own, and the ADD medication is for the racing thoughts I get, they worsen with Mania. 

Then, around 8am (on good days) I begin to get ready. Today, I’m choosing to write this before getting ready for my day. Friday, I felt good enough in the morning to actually do my makeup. 

Full on contouring signals a great mood.

I did a full face of makeup, even applying some false eyelashes. Doing this means I actually enjoyed time to do my makeup, it benefitted myself to raise my mood and make me feel more confident. When I’m depressed, I don’t feel like doing my makeup at all. So it’s always a good sign when I look well put together.

After my makeup it was time for walk number one with my fur baby. Unfortunately, it was the only walk we got on Friday. 

Walking gets me moving, which gets me happy.

I usually do this before getting ready, but I like to plan my days. Especially since I’m home alone 90% of the time, it makes me feel like I actually have things to do. When I’m in a good mood, it motivates me. When I’m depressed, it haunts me. Sometimes, I start out motivated and then my mood shifts and it no longer benefits me anymore. 

Not shortly after writing my to do list, my grandma called. For the most part, it was a good conversation. That is, until the subject of school came up. She mentioned how my cousin, who has been facing depression as well, has gone back to school and is doing good. While hearing that makes me happy, it also broke my heart. I was wanting to start school back this semester, however the price of classes were too high. Or, at least that’s what I thought the reasoning was. As it turns out, my grandma actually doesn’t trust or believe in me to do it. I don’t blame her. See, when I was in community college I lived with my emotionally abusive mother so, I was always challenged and distracted. No one but me understood why I couldn’t get through school. Then, once I was on my own, I faced mental illness and could not stick with a job or school. As well as one time living with an emotionally abusive boyfriend, there was no place for me to succeed. I think I might make a post out of discussing this soon. 

After crying, I was exhausted. I no longer had the energy to accomplish anything and my depression was let in a bit further. Crying doesn’t make you weak, but sometimes an event that saddens you can weaken your walls against depression. My day changed in this moment. 

Attempting to get back into a better mood, I decided to take a hot shower. My hair needed washing and my makeup was ruined anyways. It did boost my mood slightly, and the warm water felt comforting.

I blow dried my hair, put on some new makeup, threw on some heels and headed out of the door. The best thing to do when depression begins to hit is to change your surroundings. I understand how this seems impossible after depression has full on taken over, but while you’ve still got strength it can help greatly. 

Even though I was still upset, looking up together helped my confidence.

I highly recommend going someplace that calms you and makes you feel happy. A place you can relax at. For me, I chose Target! I actually went there because I had to buy some bed sheets but, it worked. Also, probably not the best idea to go shopping at Target alone when you’re feeling depression sneak up, but I did fairly well at only getting a small amount of things. 

When I got home, I decided it was time to take some action against my mental health. I created a new mental health bullet journal (blog post coming soon) and I read up on my illnesses in some books on depression, anxiety, and bipolar ll. 

After some time, I tried that whole, moving around so Depression can’t catch you thing. I started to clean. My bedroom was a mess, and partially adding to my stress and depression. 

I didn’t clean up the whole room, but I got it looking a bit better. Warren seems to enjoy it!

That little bit of cleaning exhausted me. I was done for. All I wanted to do was nap, even when it came time to get ready to pick up my boyfriend, I still just wanted to nap. All my physical energy was gone. I was tired, sad for no reason, and I had taken a bath in which I cried my eyes out. 

Eventually, I got up and touched up my makeup. I went and picked up my boyfriend and we got tacos, my happy food. I love him. When feeling depressed, it’s best not to always isolate yourself so, I’m glad this guy is in my life for times when I just can’t do it anymore. 


Positive Energy

When fighting mental illness, hell, even in just normal daily life, we face a lot of negativity. Like, a lot. Whether it’s your neighbors disrespectfully yelling at each other, or Trump being the president-elect, there’s negativity everywhere. 

The other night, I was sitting outside enjoying a night to myself. I was all sorts of inspired to write and do all kinds of cool things. And then, negativity found its way into my night. My neighbor was yelling at, what appears to be her now ex-boyfriend, to get out and “fuck you.” I didn’t want to let this negative energy seep into my night, but it did. It triggered some PTSD for me. I used to have similar fights with my ex-boyfriend. Only, he was the one yelling “fuck you.” Okay, okay, I said it a couple times too. We’re not all perfect. 

Thankfully, I’ve created some positivity within my own home. Mostly, there’s one corner in my living room that I’m slowly turning into kind of a meditation/yoga corner. It’s the corner I face when I’m doing yoga. And that night, I went inside and did some yoga. The positive energy of that space helped me overcome my PTSD and the anxiety that sometimes accompanies it. 

I am the worst, absolute worst at paying attention to detail. But, in a positive energy corner like mine, I’m practicing paying attention to detail. This means, making things pretty! At least for me. Now, I’m not saying we all need to go and create a yoga corner. But, why not create a space in your home or room to where you can just feel the positivity by looking at it? 

I chose this yoga mat long before I lived in this apartment. But, I chose it based on how it made me feel. And how cheap it was (thanks, Amazon). The design made me feel like it was a bit unique, not so dull like a solid colored mat. While I’d still love to have one a bit more unique, I’m happy with this for now. It’s all about how the things you look at make you feel inside. 

I also have this sign that says, “Good Vibes Only.” While I love the sayings I have on this, I can’t help but remember where it once used to hang. In my old house with my ex. It’s taken a lot of debate, but the fact it cost me $70 on one of my “I’m pissed at my boyfriend” shopping sprees, I decided to keep it. I accepted the fact that the reason I bought it was to have a huge reminder for my ex to just chill the fuck out. It has new meaning to me now, though. It reminds me to create good vibes, only allow good vibes. 

Another couple tips that are much more easily obtainable, essential oils, aroma therapy, and crystals! Okay, before you roll your eyes at me thinking, “God, she’s gone hippie on us,” let me explain. 

Essential oils are more commonly used today as ever before! And there’s a reason! Although, I have not yet found that reason. I wished I had realized that BEFORE I decided to spend over $100 on some oils. Anyway, they do smell good and I have noticed some effects. Like my favorite, frankincense and lemon. It helps me to remain focused and energized. Or, lavender, which helps soothe. 

Aroma therapy, I’ll admit I don’t know much about any of this shit. But what I do know are the certain smells that help me relax. For me, my favorite is Rose. But, more popularly, lavender is a good scent. That’s why this bottle of lotion in pictures above. It’s lavender scented and is such a great stress reliever for me. I like to incorporate it in my nighttime yoga, or rub some on my arms and shoulders after a yoga practice. Helps keep the calm longer. 

And lastly, crystals! Okay, stay with me here. Crystals are fucking pretty. That’s it, I love looking at them. Maybe you find Pokémon cards pretty to look at, put those in your positivity area! I don’t care! I don’t judge! For me, I used to collect rocks and crystals as a kid when I traveled. So, I continue that tradition when going certain places. I don’t believe in the “healing powers” of crystals, not to say it isn’t true. I have no idea. But what I do know? They bring back happy positive memories for me and I like them. They sparkle. 

You have got to know that I couldn’t end this post without mentioning coffee!! I love my coffee, it’s a part of my life. It makes me happy. Drink (or eat) things that make you happy. Whether it’s coffee, tea, hot coco, or Jack Daniels. Although, with everything (especially that whiskey) consume in moderation. Don’t drink Jack like I drink coffee!

I hope this helps to inspire you to create some positivity in your lives. How do you plan on creating positivity? It can be anything, I’m curious to know! Comment below my lovelies!


How I’m Starting My New Year

This New Year, I was both anxious and excited about making resolutions. I knew in my heart this would be a perfect time to start over again, to start making some changes. But, it brought me so much anxiety. Until, one day I said “fuck it” and I got off my ass and did one thing on my list. Ever since then, things have started falling into place. 

I didn’t want to overwhelm myself with resolutions. And, I’m going into this knowing that I don’t have to do them all at once. It’s not about how quickly you can start, but that you accomplish it within the year. So, I wanted to share my resolutions with you. 

  • Get a medical marijuana card
  • Grow closer in my relationship to God
  • Have a healthy relationship with my boyfriend
  • Do yoga daily 
  • Get a job
  • Look put together
  • More road trips
  • Take more photos
  • Earn money blogging, in a respectful way
  • No drinking
  • Save money
  • Walk with confidence 

This past week, I’ve decided to start the New Year out easy and simple.  I rang in the new year with kisses from my boyfriend while cuddled up on the couch. I want this year to be as chill and relaxed as that. Honestly, I haven’t done a whole lot other than chill with my dog and spend time with my man. Which is perfectly okay with me. 

I did make sure to go to see my psychiatrist and make sure my mental health is being taken care of. I got some medication figured out and everything. While I’m starting out the year with a bit of money trouble, I’m still hanging in there. I’ve had some anxiety attacks this week, but nothing I can’t handle. 

The most important thing I’ve done so far this year is pick up yoga again. It’s helped me get started on everything else. It’s like the best antidepressant I could have asked for. I can’t tell you how much it’s helped. Before, I was anxious and restless all the time with my mind going a mile a minute. But, that changed after just 2 days of yoga. Today will be day 4 and I’m so excited and grateful. Yoga is a workout for your mind and your body. It helps so much. 

This year, I’m taking things a day at a time. Planning a little more, and enjoying life a bit more as well. I’m excited to continue on this journey to mental health recovery and I hope to continue inspiring others. 

Have a happy new year! Even though, it’s been like a week already and we’re all tired of people saying that to us by now.


Getting Back To The Basics

Lately, I’ve noticed something different. Something, small but, amazing. The moment I realized it was when I did my makeup for fun, not because I “had” to. What I realized is simple, I’m getting back to me. 

At first, I was going to title this, Signs I’m Getting Better (Even If I Don’t Feel It), but I figured that’s not the best way to describe what’s going on. I don’t know how long I’ll be “better.” I start a new medication tomorrow, it could take all of this away from me. Maybe I won’t start it, I don’t know. Anyway, I’m feeling pretty damn good today. And it’s rare that this feeling lasts beyond noon. I took my ADD meds at the right time, will take them again as the day goes on, and things seem to be looking up. 

But, how do I notice when I’m getting back to the basics of myself? What makes it obvious for me that things are looking up? Chances are, it’ll be different for everyone. But, maybe you can relate. Or, maybe you’ll begin to notice that things have been looking up for you, too. 

I look presentable. 

For the last few months it’s been nothing but no makeup or bare minimum makeup. Anytime I felt I had to go all out, I freaking dreaded it. And I’d never try anything new, it was always the same old routine. Now, I’m enjoying putting my makeup on for the day. I actually think about it, and try new ways of wearing it. 

I play with my makeup. 

I was in cosmetology school for a reason. And every time I get depressed, I lose sight of that reason. Truth is, I fucking love doing my hair and makeup. I find it creative and inspiring. Sure, in some cases it may be a bit vein but, if you truly find joy in something, do it. As long as it’s healthy for you. 

I write to-do lists. 

I write these even when I’m depressed but, they stress me out then. When I can look at a to do list and not feel anxious about it, I know something has changed for the better. And that I’ll probably complete it! (Btw, 10 Things is my list of 10 Things I’m Grateful For each day.) 

I walk my dog more often. 

When I’m feeling better, it’s easier to get out and go for a walk. I throw on my badass sunglasses and enjoy the sun on my face. Whether it’s to check the mail or just to get out, it’s beneficial. I do this even when depressed but, I’ll admit something. Some days he may only get one or two walks, others he won’t get any. It’s something I’ve had to work hard to become routine, but it’s finally working out. 

I do yoga. 

This is probably the most important thing on this list. Other than God, this is probably the reason the other things are even on this list. To be honest, nothing else was happening until I started my yoga practice back up again. I’m only on Day 3 and the mental and physical changes are amazing. I can feel my side muscles being sore, and my core tightening already. Other than that, it’s helped with my anxiety and created a more calm home for my mind. 

If you’re wondering what I do for yoga, I watch Yoga With Adrienne videos on YouTube. She’s the perfect instructor for me. She’s funny and kind. Right now, I’m doing her current 31 Day Challenge for the New Year. It’s helping ease me back into my practice. However, the other thing I love about her channel is the Yoga for Healing playlist. It has yoga sequences to help with anxiety, depression, anger, heartbrokeness, and even sleep. 

These are just a few things I’ve noticed about myself the past couple days. I’m excited to be able to write this post and I hope you all get to experience this joy of returning to yourself.