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For a long time, I grieved the loss of who I was before. Not to mention, I didn’t actually know who I was anymore. I just wanted life to get back to normal. Unfortunately, normal was not an option. I didn’t know what was normal after my terror. I had worked so hard to finally get to a place of freedom and peace in my life. My childhood had Struggles I was blessed to overcome. Was all that work for nothing? I lost again!
The Nightmare In my Dreams
I had been broken from a young age. From being separated from my brothers and mostly left out due to my brothers, to name two of the hardest for me. I was never to speak of this, my parents said to me at just 6 years old. “Just put it out of your mind,” they said. “It never happened. The elders will handle it so it’s ok. Just don’t tell anyone or ever bring it up again!” I don’t blame my parents for not getting me the help I needed to handle the things my family split up & I had experienced. How were they supposed to know that pain would become so bad, and buried so deep, that over 10 years later what seemed like a bad dream was my memory replaying that experience over and over in my mind everytime I closed my eyes!
By the time I was a teenager, it was as if I couldn’t even really remember what I was feeling. All I wanted to do was stop my crazy and end the pain. It took a long time before I remembered what had happened and realized I wasn’t imagining this. It was real. All the bullying and judgments, combined with losing my older brothers to name a few, the hell started when I was 6!
I wasn’t supposed to speak of it so I forgot it, sort of. I had been so strong for so long that I just couldn’t do it anymore. I needed answers and an explanation for what they were thinking and why they would do that. As I laid in a hospital bed, I was told “we did it to protect you. We didn’t want to make you keep remembering it over and over.” But it was bound to come out eventually, as all secrets do.
Always Remember Forgiveness is for you & the Start
As I began my healing, I realized I could do something more, rather than sit on the sidelines. I could try to be the change we need now more than ever! In one of my later articles, I’m willing to go more into detail about my experience suffering from CPTSD or check out https://ellaroedesignmaui.com/intheblinkofaneye for the detailed experience that caused it. My goal here is to explain my reasons for wanting to change how we deal with abuse and mental illness in this country and world. It truly has become an epidemic.
We must help each other stand up for the truth and what’s right. I believe there’s a strong parallel between tragedy, abuse, and mental illness. I believe the reason so many suffer now is due to the traumas they have faced but never shared, and the pressure they feel to keep those secrets. The result is rearing its ugly head as a mental illness that needs to be dealt with. I want to banish the “boys will be boys” and “you must have asked for it” excuses. It’s not a coincidence how far the #metoo movement has gone. But that’s not the only reason for the suffering women experience. What about all the other losses and oppositions. It’s all building up to a climax that needs to be stopped!
I’m begging you all to join me in a movement to help women who need our help. If you take away one thing, let it be this: each person’s needs and experiences are different. A one-size-fits-all solution doesn’t work.
Let Love Heal the Pain
Let’s just show that love always prevails! As humans, we can choose to rise above the negative and lift each other in prayers, kindness, and support. If anyone needs help or a friend I’m available 24/7 as a listening ear and voice of comfort and support. Let’s all do are part to end stigmas killing many suffering in silence! You could save a life!
Practice Kindness and Compassion
Immagine How amazing you could feel by only making small tweaks to your routine. Its incredible how inaccurate the common misconceptions are for those suffering mental illness and trauma survivors. One example is the fear of violence. The Reality is less than 4% are ever violent, they may be loud as they are having a mental break. That’s an extremely low percent, especially when the suffering become 50% more likely to become victims of violence and crime. The Statistics are staggering. Can you believe that 98% of the population in our jails and prisons throughout our entire country are individuals suffering mental illness convicted of nonviolent Crimes. The reality is while in jails or prisons there not receiving any help including the necessary need for representation that cares to genuinely help. This results in their time spent in the facility being almost double a person not suffering from mental health.
There’s actually more mentally ill and trauma survivors in the criminal justice system then there are in the mental health facilities able to provide treatment. Many who suffer aren’t as well equipped to Heal through the pain, rather these conditions can exacerbate the condition.
Struggles to heal the pain
Do you know some of the most successful ways to help these individuals suffering? Its astonishing to me the simplicity of defusing many of the incidents. Yet most have know idea and are often scared due to the misleading stigmas, including many are violent. I’m not believing that with a proven less than 4% who ever turn to violence, while becoming over 50% more likely to become the victims of violence and crimes. How terrifying do you think those statistics are and alarming to the mentally ill? Its proven that showing kindness and compassion to the suffering will make a drastic change in the interactions. That’s right both free and actually the only acceptable way to treat the suffering!
Please join me in practicing kindness and compassion for all to try to help limit the trauma and injustice often put on our society’s severely discriminated agents. Both freel and really how we need to be treating each and every person we meet! Please, I ask you to help end the unfair stigma causing fear for many youth to seek help. The no willingness to seek help is increasing our number of suicides to a staggering amount!
As I struggle daily to heal myself through the pain. Part of my healing is to advocate and educate more to help end the injustice taking place now. There’s no high risk sector of society that’s got all the cards stacked against them as those suffering mental illness and trauma survivors. Please, I beg next time you’re in a situation or dealing with a victim of this crisis; try to see how much smoother it goes by treating them kindly and practicing compassion. We can make a drastic impact with simply these two practices regularly!
First in series of 3 -I Thought I Would Never Recover
Have you ever felt so deeply about something that it motivated you to make a difference in the world? That’s how I feel. And I know I’m not alone. As a violent crime survivor and mental health advocate, I believe it’s time we band together and say NO MORE! Hiding our depression, anxiety, postpartum depression, PTSD/ CPTSD, or any other crippling mental health disorder is not alright anymore! It’s time to bring these life-sucking, parasite-like illnesses that make life so horrible at times but so beautiful in others, into the light!
So beautifully broken
The stigma attached to mental illness makes it taboo when ironically the best therapy sometimes is sharing your feelings and connecting with other humans who understand your pain. Depression of any kind is one of the loneliest places you can ever be. You may feel that no one understands what you’re going through. This can create a further disconnect because our minds lead us to believe we are broken when no one understands us.
I’ve created Ella Rose Designs Maui for a few reasons. First, I love me some great fashion, lol! I have a degree in design and many years of experience in all major areas, from fashion to interior design and graphics. Design is an outlet for my CPTSD, or complex post-traumatic stress disorder. Design helps me feel normal and connected to others in a meaningful way. It’s always been a dream to follow in the footsteps of my grandmother, Frances Elizabeth Noble, who owned Noble’s Suburban shops in Oxford, Michigan in the 60s and 70s. I’m determined to stay the course as I put my heart and soul into fashion for a cause!
While rooted in function, many associate fashion with vanity. I believe fashion offers us an opportunity to make a deeply personal impression. Therefore, one of my main goals is to help others develop a sense of style and individuality that is unique to their personality and makes them feel their very best. I want you to understand how to find your ownlook, not feel compelled to copy others. Let’s make it fun!
The second reason I created Ella Rose Designs is to raise awareness for women suffering in silence from the havoc brought on by mental illness. Women are often targets for abuse and judgment for their traumas. And when they break from the pressure of the weight they’re bearing, they’re seen as weak, when in truth they are the exact opposite! How dare we as a society label women who are suffering as weak and attach a stigma to their plight, forcing them to turn inward and feel even more powerless.
Where My Strong Women At?
This page is for all the strong, beautiful women out there that are such an encouragement to others! To know the struggles you’ve faced alone or are still fighting. To know how you remain strong for your children, husbands, friends, families, work, and everything else you’re expected to stay strong for! To you, women who have secret scars and battle wounds that nobody knows about. This page is for you!
Know you are not alone. You don’t have to hide your feelings for fear of being labeled weak, a liar, or my favorite one, being told you asked for it!! What?!? Disgusting. No one asked for these horrific and life-changing events to cause them to come unhinged. I’m here for you and hope others join me in my efforts to help and offer support to the women around us who need it.
I’m here for anyone who just needs someone to listen. I’m here as someone you can talk to. I’m here to remind you it’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything to deserve the turmoil that comes from living with depression or mental illness. Owning this makes you stronger! Having support makes you stronger. This is a time of change for us! A time to band together and declare we’re not going to take this anymore!
For anyone who wants to support someone who’s suffering, show love and compassion. And don’t wait. They’re dying inside a little each day. No two of us are the same but showing someone in pain that they’re not in this alone can move mountains!
Let your dreams heal you
My love of fashion has given me my fashion-for-a-cause model. A percentage of proceeds go to helping those in need, physically, emotionally, and mentally, to help them find the road to recovery and as much peace as is possible. Please share your ideas about what you feel is missing from other boutiques online. I know I will be sharing my stories and about design, fashion, and ways to find your style and how to rock your looks. As long as you never forget that regardless of your outward appearance, you are beautiful! The inner beauty is the only one that matters. Join me as I share tips on how to strengthen our minds, as they are the most powerful part of our body. Healthy minds equal healthy people and we need more! Change your thinking, change your life! This is true and I will show you if you give me the chance!
What do you want next?
Thanks so much for taking your time to read my purpose for Ella Rose Designs Maui. I will be working to have a selection of designers and boutiques on Maui. I hope to be able to offer some of their amazing beautiful works of art and fashion. This is the fashion of the future for women and bringing on a cure for those beautiful and broken souls needing love and encouragement. I wholeheartedly believe feeling better begins with how you feel and looking good makes us feel good. This is the start to the new you. Let’s all start together.
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Fashion Hacks Good All Year
Looking good won’t always require you to need to keep up with all the latest Fads and trends. Sometimes you just need to understand the importance these tips. I know shopping is fun for me anyway. Yet, sometimes it’s not in the budget. Hope this article helps teach you some basic principles about paying attention to the details. These hacks are going to affect your looks more than others. Yes, they can making or breaking your overall look, regardless of how fantastic the outfit is.
For Style Guides Success This Is Key
Remember that the number one thing about any garment is the fit! If the fit is off your going to look overwhelmed by the garment. Is it too big or the fit is to small it’s going to look as bad maybe worse. What’s going to happen if it’s too small is often have weird puckers or like you can’t move freely!
As a technical designer, it’s very important to remember the area of a garment that needs the same alteration every time because you are going to want to avoid unsightly puckers and gaps! There is times its not caused by fit but a lack of the pattern drafter to make the proper adjustments to the pattern. Never forget the way it fits your body is going to be a major factor on if the look is classy and polished. Its not uncommon with lower end brands to have these issues. One I see often is a garment looks twisted, this is not a problem that can be fixed. This is what happens when the pattern is cut off grain. Pay atten to the details, because these are often what can make or break you overall look.
Understanding Your Body Shape
2. Always keep in mind what your shape is and how you are going to use the garment to flatter your look. An example is someone that’s more pear-shaped would look fantastic in an A-Line skirt than in a more fitted style skirt with gathers down the front of the garment. This added bulk from the gathers will add bulk and doesn’t play up the smallest part of your body like the A-line would but draws the eyes down to the larger part of a pear-shaped body (the hips and thighs).
*Pro Tip- Did you know the wearing a V-Neck is more slimming
Know What To Accentuate
3. Be thoughtful of how you dress your body shape Because this can play a big ROLE in how you look!
Always play up attention to the best area while distracting from other areas that often are our trouble spots! This is something many don’t use to help them keep in the most stylish looks.
An example of what I mean is; I have a pear-shape a bit heavier on the bottom but have a very petite upper body frame. I often have to wear a padded bra that gives me a little bit more of a chest to help balance out the lower half and give me more. By doing this it makes my hips appear more balanced in proportion to my upper measurements and will draw attention to my waist my smallest part of my body.
keep it Classy & Know The Right Time & Place
There is a time and a place for all your outfits. Just be aware of this rule when picking your attire for the day. As a stylist I believe Classic sexy is always sexier then barley dressed sexy, when out and about!
Regardless of what your doing remember that you will make more of a statement looking classy and sexy like 1920’s flapper look! Save the real barely there outfit for the bedroom, not the bar. Make your man earn those looks! You want to leave some things to the imagination! To avoid any confusion yes they may get a lot of attention in their underwear but it’s not good attention and will not boost your self-confidence long term, but you are guaranteed to boost it by wearing a beautifully designed LBD or now an LWD (little black dress or little white dress).
You Must Be Confident In Your Style
5. When you are picking out your outfit for the day remember that if you are trying to decide between two outfits go with the one outfit that you feel the most confident in and comfortable!
This will enhance your style because when we feel like we look good on the outside it boosts our confidence and everything else!
You are going to feel good, look good, while walking taller, holding your head higher and this will show in your life! This is one of the most important factors, so don’t take this last tip lightly!
Make Your Closet Last Longer
Pro Tip and Tricks
It’s commonly wondered how often we need to wash out clothes and especially our jeans!
** -If your anything like me you wants to wear jeans in and get them prepped for a night out!
⁃you don’t need to wash clothes every time you wear them unless you are doing hard work and/or sweating a lot.
– Doing a dirty job and/or needs to be cleaned.
⁃When you wear clothes for 2 hours somewhere and do not break a sweat or get them dirty wearing them.
-You can wear them more than one time between washes when possible.
⁃Jeans can go longer between then a tank top or thin shirt.
⁃Washing your clothes is very hard on them so the more you wash the fewer wears you will get! Only wash if needed!
If you enjoyed this article please let me know and feel free to ask me any questions.
I’m going to be teaching you the best way to buy and break in your perfect pair of jeans!
<h4>*Pro Tip I wash my tanks and tops that are thin by hand similar to my bras soaking in sink for a hour or so and then put in washer on spin cycle only then hang or lay flat to dry</h4>
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In The Blink Of An Eye Life Changed
From what I can remember, it was a pretty routine day back on Friday, June 4th, 2010. Little did I know my whole life was about to change forever in more ways than I ever imagined possible!
Life to me was just perfect, at a time when spring was in the air and summer was almost here, I felt terrific. It is the best time of year in Lower Michigan.
I was finally about to graduate from college, and I felt on top of the world. Exams were due Monday, and there was only one more term to go.
Determined nothing was going to stand in my way!
I had just won an award for my designs.
Little did I know my life was soon going to be ripped away by a thief in the night.
Little did I know my life was soon going to be ripped away by a thief in the night.
A Typical Day Building The Dream
It was a usual day, to be in the workshop anywhere from 12 to 24 hours a day, yet the first time in four years, school wasn’t open 24/7 especially during exams.
I can’t count how often I was there a few days at a time, usually in midterms and final exams.
Soon security was announcing we needed to leave, as they were closing campus. As I was packing up, dreading my hour drive home only to turn around to come back in the morning.
As I was leaving a classmate I ran into walking out; Knowing the long drive I had kindly offered me to stay with her. She lived very close to campus, & saving me hours of driving.
Before My Shattered Dreams
I knew everyone and everyone knew me! Weather they liked me not sure, like to think so! I had a rare opportunity to work for the, Detroit Pistons, for ten years meeting tons of people.
I was an outspoken individual. I often had strong opinions and beliefs.
I had recently spent the past 10 years figuring out who I was after previous life struggles. I was working on moving past some childhood experiences! Before starting School I was almost always with someone in the above photo.
I’m blessed some of the most amazing friends and family I could ever ask for! Their love & believing in me so much to succeed at all my crazy passions got me to this point. Supportive of my crasy callings. I was on my way with great opportunities after graduation I set up a plan for the future!
There was always a very close group of us from college who always pushed each other to reach new heights. We knew each other well, knowing the chances are only a few of us would make it. Based on statistics fashion is extremely high cut throat industry. We were the few who always put in the work.
We were so determined to take it to the top! Rather than be self serving, it wasn’t uncommon for us to lend a hand in need. Especially, if one of our inner circle was to overwhelmed. A group of us very dedicated to succeeding became more like family! Often spending more time together, then our actual family’s. I’ll always be eternally grateful for them, & love each of my fashion family!
Dark Starless Sky
Unsure, how the other girl is feeling now or her scaring I’m respecting her privacy not saying her name. she invited me to stay saving me 2 hours of driving time on no sleep! See we looked out bit. Although, if I knew then what I do now I would have drove that 100x over!
I followed her home that night. It was so dark, looking up and not a star in the sky. I also remember it raining at some point that horrible night. It’s weird how you become acutely aware, of your surroundings at times with smells, sounds, a chill in the air, after the fact.
We both run inside and lock the door behind us. Being that is was nearing summer, it was extremely hot that night. We ended up cracking the 2nd-floor balcony door for air. We were studying for a bit, getting a lot of done and feeling good. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think the end of my world as I knew it was mere seconds away.
Never Saw It Coming, just took the blink of an eye!
My friend stepped away to return, holding up a bag with two bagels in it, asked if I wanted one. I stood up quickly, took one step forward as I pointed to one, yes, please.
Within just seconds, my life was going to change, unaware of what was about to happen.
We had turned our backs from the cracked balcony door for only a brief second!
Suddenly a masked man was standing behind me with a gun to my head. My head was going crazy. These questions still haunt me.
How did he get in here that fast? Had he been watching us for a while? Did he follow us there? Did he know my friend?
All these thoughts and questions are going through my head as I stand there, fearing for my life. Things like this don’t happen here; this is not normal.
Stuck In A Nightmare
I couldn’t help myself. I screamed, bloody murder when I saw a gun to my head. I swore someone had to hear and would call the police!
But it had to be a joke better yet!
Reality became clear, as we then instructed to drop to our knees and put hands behind our back! As crazy as it sounds there was something I trusted when he said don’t make another noise & I won’t hurt you! He said this while tying our arms up so might have been crazy! But it was all I could do to stay calm!
He then walked us into her room. Then laid us across her bed face down. As he began going back to the door he let in other men. We never saw with our eyes covered .
Then they began searching every room. Soon realized it was for something to tie our feet up with. He grabbed a phone cord charger for that and covered our heads. before they proceeded to let in another 3-4 other men we never saw! As he began going back to the door he let in other men.
I remember that for someone that’s hard of hearing. I could hear everything now. It was like God knew I needed my hearing it was the only sense I had to work with! Although the way we set, her an I were able to clench fingers.
I was so thankful because, that was what kept me from crumbling. We would squeeze our fingers, like we were not in this alone!
Surviving During Trauma
Your body goes into a state of survival that’s unlike anything else when your life’s in danger.
I’ve never been able to explain the full-body calm that comes over you in a time like this.
I wanted to react, but I was also calm somehow and wanted to believe him, hoping his statement was true.
My rational mind says; who trust someone holding you hostage, but my mind in fear wants to believe him.
I just remember how tight I clung to her fingers to remember we were in this together.
I just couldn’t understand why the police hadn’t arrived yet. I had screamed for my life, as loud and terrified as you can imagine, praying that someone had heard.
I had a gun put to my head, where was our help?
These men, although I couldn’t see, I could hear clearly for one of the only times in my life. I could hear the steps on the floor. I was trying to count how many I heard.
I listened to everything hoping to remember something to help. So when we got to the police; I’d be able to answer questions. I wanted to find out about who these men were.
Your Focus Determines Your Future
The Demands & Questions Begin
As I heard them opening everything and going through boxes, one of the men who was very mean, kept asking me what was in a box near my head.
I didn’t know; I didn’t live there. Suddenly, he kicked me demanding answers, when I was spoken to. I said I don’t live here and have no idea!
Next He wanted our info and said if you lie, I will kill you!
Now honestly, there wasn’t anything I was not telling because I knew he meant it.
I just kept praying she did the same because he had a tone in his voice like it didn’t matter.
He started asking for our debit card pins. I gave mine hoping they would use it, which could help the police find them.
He also wanted all of our passwords and pins for everything.
We were asked over and over again by the mean guy for our password and pins, and it became clear he wanted to make sure we were not lying.
I remember the relief felt realizing she had answered correctly also.
This when on multiple times over the few hours we were held.
I Didn’t Know How Much More I Could Take
They soon wanted more answers to where things were in the house. Again, the mean man kicked me so hard demanding, “what’s in the box?”
I cried, no idea! I don’t live here, but if I knew I’d tell you.
Time was moving so slowly, it was not that big of a place!
I don’t understand what they were doing or what was taking so long.
As the hours passed by, I knew no one was coming to help, so I gave up on hope.
We were utterly alone, no one knew we even needed help at this point, so that’s when some despair started setting in.
But, wait could it be?
I finally heard them talking about leaving.
Wait No, I just heard my car door unlock. Then hearing it drive away.
All I could think of was I have no way out of here.
The worst was it still wasn’t over because we heard the mean man say he was staying here, to make sure they got away.
It put chills down my spine. It had seemed like forever as he walked so loud as he waited.
As Trauma Survivor I Wasn’t Free At All
Suddenly it was so quiet in the house, I couldn’t tell what was going on, but then I felt like a finally alone.
Like the silence after a snow storm. We were alone; they had all left.
Intense fear washed over me, as I had no idea where the mean guy had gone, or if he had left, so I waited but was starting to tremble, shaking.
I waited for what felt like forever but was probably 10 minutes before I cried out, “are you still here, we won’t get up if you are.”
We continued to wait, but that’s when I started to hyperventilate; I was terrified and needed help.
With what little bit of sense I could muster, I thought for a moment, and then I clenched my fists to begin to break free. I didn’t want to mess with any evidence.
I did what they had taught me in Taekwondo, to keep pulling my fists through the ties. It took a while, but eventually, I got my hand free.
The closer I got, the more I was breaking apart emotionally.
Where did they leave out? What direction had he gone? It haunted me!
Not knowing where they had gone was paralyzing me with fear.
Once I got my hands free, I then helped my friend. She was so much calmer. I didn’t understand how, but after getting her hands free. We both freed our legs.
I tried to stand, but my knees buckled, full of fear. We both laid on our stomachs to army crawl with our elbows to the door as we didn’t know if we were being watched, and it was making us both crumble in fear.
Our phones and computers were gone, so we had no way to call for help.
There are no words to describe my sheer terror at that point. One would think we were safe, but not knowing where he’d gone was paralyzing us.
As we both let ourselves fall apart, for a few minutes trying to process things.
I looked her straight in the eyes and said we need to get out. Yet, so scared I can’t move we need to call for help.
She was brave and opened the door; thank God there was no one out there!
Help wasn’t Easy To Find
I went to knock on the neighbor’s door, but she stopped me saying that was a family! Without hesitation, I thought perfect because they are likely to help. Then as the dad cracked the door, I just cried “please we need help call the police please.”
He hadn’t even unlocked the latch, so it was still locked as he proceeded to close the door.
We were banging on doors begging for help after the 1st man dismissed us in such dier time of need. Who does that when we just said we needed help?
No one answered until we got to the bottom floor, then finally, a couple let us come in until the police arrived.
The neighbor said, “oh, that was the scream we had heard.” My heart sank, I thought, he could have helped us if he heard it and called the police to check it out.
Neither of us could go in the apartment once we got out, regardless of police we couldn’t return.
I looked at her as I realized my tailoring jacket was in my car that had been stolen and immediately just focused on my exams that were due Monday.
No Not My Family
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks!
That they had taken my keys along with my phone and my car pretty much my whole life! My brand new Malibu watch had home programmed in, and so did my phone.
It gets worse, they had my keys to get into my parent’s house.
Immediately began calling to warn them and let them know what happened, but no one answered, I called every phone number! This was not like them, this started to make me worry more.
Did this mean the thieves were already there?
My mind jumped to the worse. It was so unlike my parents as my mom sleeps with one eye open, I swear.
Why weren’t they answering and were they ok? It felt like the longest 45 minutes before I got a hold of them to warm them to put on the deadbolts.
Soon on their way to the Amber apartments to get me.
The days to come are a blur. To this day, I still haven’t fully processed what had happened.
The Troy police officer, was very surprised and admitted he was new to the unit but had never seen anything like this.
Despite trying to stay calm, I was shaking uncontrollably as we told the detective what happened.
Beautifully Broken Is My New Reality
I started to realize how broken I was and the damage that was done.
The next few weeks would be some of the toughest of my life.
My way of coping; I stressed over my exams, my jacket that had been done to perfection and completed all but the hem. This was our main senior project. It was designed and made over 2 terms.
I had made a purse to match, busted my tail, getting it done. I loved my army green denim fabric with a bright, colorful polka dot lining that fit me perfectly. I have a photo of the purse I made to match, even adding a red button. I added a large button in the bag to clip my keys to since I always lose them so hoping this would help them not get lost so easily.
I don’t know if this was the best way of coping, yet who knows what’s normal as nothing I was going through was normal.
I hoped keeping busy would help keep my mind off reality.
In the Blink of an Eye, Life’s Never Be The Same
My life was forever changed in ways I never expected.
I used to be so full of life, loving, carefree heart has now turned to stone only full of fear. I can’t go anywhere without wondering if they’re here or near.
It’s made me so sad I often just cry, as I remember how much I tried to live my life to the fullest.
When you’re afraid to leave your house or be alone, it makes living difficult.
Adjusting to a life of flashbacks & nightmares, I try to keep smiling, pretending I’m not broken.
The reality is, all I want is to be happy again, that genuine feeling that makes you feel full inside is empty and dark. As dark as the night it happened in a starless sky, my dreams now are evolving, and I understand why.
I need to help others find a reason to push through and try.
Trying to remember my loved ones don’t understand; however, it doesn’t mean they don’t try. The only way to truly understand what it’s like, one must experience it, yet I wish that on no one.
Dreams Delayed but not gone Forever!
Now 10 years delayed. I’m about to do my life dreams. I got some amazing experiences from those years. Through, working with brilliant people who helped me get here! Ready to become vulnerable again.
I’ve realized how important it is to start the discussion about Mental Health Awareness and support for Trauma Survivors. I’ve decided that I’m going to use my passion to share my love of fashion, in addition to including education for the many women suffering Mental Health Illness and Trauma Survivors.
By Choosing this path I’m deciding to take back control of my life. Choosing to use what I went through to help others, as, my life changed in the blink of an eye. Unfortunately, stigmas need to be changed and I strongly believe most are due to lack of education. By helping educate our society is essential to winning the battle. It’s been too long now there is a negative association with anyone suffering mental health.
We all make a choice in life, to be part of the problem or part of the solution. In my experience I know all to well the lack of support for this cause. I’m choosing to be a change I know is needed.
My Dream is to help women build their self-love and confidence to accept themselves in every way. No one is perfect, so by continuing to make a conscious effort to improve our mindset and allow ourselves to be authentic. I hope this will help improve how many see yourself and see our strengths as ways to make this world better more loving and accepting place.
Especially, for the friends and family of individuals suffering. I needing them more then ever trying to sort through the new way of life. Yet, it’s a double edged sword, your feeling more lost and alone than ever before. We push people away not understanding how bad it is! Don’t let your loved ones do that regardless how hard they try. Your exactly what they need most.
Those Suffering Invisible Scars You’re Not Alone
My life is forever changed in ways I never expected, quicker then you can blink an eye. My dream now is to help create much needed change.
Sadly, it can be anyone’s future. We never know, especially with the number growing of both school & public shootings. Each one is creating a far larger number of people suffering effects of trauma and mental illness.
I’m sharing this deeply personal detailed experience of how my life changed in the blink of an eye.
Yes, it’s scary, traumatizing, and ultimately life-changing part of my past. I’m sharing for anyone suffering invisible scars to know you’re not alone.
Keep fighting because you’re stronger than it!
When you’re feeling the fear of it just push a bit more, that’s how I’m trying to accomplish more. Most importantly, if there’s one thing you take from this. Those of us broken by invisible scars on our soul and are still damaged and broken, please don’t judge us negatively.
It’s easy to think we are not hurting because we probably look the same. The hardest comment I heard over and over was, at least you are ok. I was so not ok, not even close, just remember the invisible scars can hurt the most.
Never judge your loved one because that’s the worst for the person in pain on the inside. We need our families more than you know, and even when we say “no,” just keep on loving us anyway!
“You can never tell a book by its cover.” Lester Fuller and Edwin Rolfe