Irrelevant Perception

If its not my own truth, its not relevant to who I am.

 

Why do we let what others think of us determine how we feel about ourselves? At what point in our lives do we actually allow others perceptions of us validate who we are?

I can tell you that i have cared since the beginning of my existence – or when my memory begins around 4 years old. However my childhood was filled with verbal & physical abuse in which my mother and sister got the brunt of it. I received it as well but I was the youngest who spent most of the time watching in the corner. I was full of fear, anxiety, self doubt, poor self esteem and depression. Everything in the house had to be perfect. Our rooms had to be spotless without a crayon on the floor, even our toy box had to be organized! Everything I did revolved around whether or not he would be happy or angry with me. This type of mentality was embedded in my brain from a very very early age. Its all I knew. So of course, well after my mom had left him, this stuck with my personality. I was a people pleaser.

Everything I did, said and wore, I thought about what other people would think first, before I had even decided for myself. IT DROVE ME INSANE. But still, I couldnt stop!

This pattern has followed me throughout my life. I have focused on pleasing others before myself. In friendships & relationships.

It is extremely tiring and overwhelming and the only thing that would calm me down was a drink. When i sobered up, I was stuck with these thoughts. My anxiety was at an all time high and  I was drowning in my own thoughts.

It hasn’t been easy over the last 4.5 years but Ive done a lot of work on myself. Ive had to face my feelings, my character defects and Ive had to work on them! The biggest lesson that I have learned is the fact that i cannot control or change other people. The more i worry about what others think or about what they do, the less time I am spending on bettering myself. And, If Im not my best self then I can easily go back to the negative, depressed active alcoholic that I was for a decade. Ive spent the better part of my entire life worrying about other people instead of myself. I allowed other opinions to dictate how I view myself. I believed hurtful words, I allowed myself to be treated like garbage. I allowed every bad experience to continue to hurt me. WHY??? What good does that do? Absolutely nothing! Its INSANITY! Pure insanity! I can only control MYSELF and how I react to people. MIND BLOWN!

Why this has taken me 34 years to figure out? The only reason I can think of is that I had to go through all of this experience to realize who I really am, who I want in my life, and my self worth. Also, to be quite frank, Im just too sick and tired to care anymore. Im worn out worrying about haters who think their perception of me is correct.

The thing is, if people base their opinion on me prior to 2014, they really dont know the real me anyways! That person was broken and slowly slipping away. So why care what they think if I know & God knows who I really am!

There are people who dont like me today. There are people I thought were my friends who have slowly cut me out. There have been times that I have been verbally attacked. I was judged for dating my now husband, Jon, because of the amount of sobriety he had back then. Did all of this bother me? Yes. However I have wasted way too many years worrying about every single person and every single opinion i just CANT DO IT ANYMORE. I pray about it. I ask God to help me forgive and let it go. This does not happen overnight, but eventually I dont even think about it anymore!

Bottom line? If its not my own truth, its not relevant to who I am. My life is MINE, not anyone else. No one owns me. I am not a puppet on a string, I am not a servant and I have self love and self worth today. I dont want to look back on my life realizing that I was living for other people instead of living for me.

Think before you Judge

Don’t assume their happiness is fake because you are in reality faking your own

If I’m judged (which I totally am) or unfriended on social media (happens a lot) for doing Younique, or sharing my happiness then i will pray for those people. As much as it bugs me, i must remember that I also was the type of person who was annoyed by happy, confident people. They pissed me off. It wasn’t until I got healthy mentally & spiritually that I realized that it’s way easier and better to lift other women up then to judge them.
Let’s be clear. My life isn’t perfect. I just don’t air my dirty laundry on social media. I share my family, my sobriety in hopes to help others, my animals and my business that helps so many women feel good about themselves inside and out. It provides for my family. I’m Christmas shopping this week because I made money working online.
So I guess God is showing me what I had once done to others. Judged them by their happiness, by their selfies and by their jobs. When in fact the real problem is within themselves just like it was inside me.

I used to make fun of women who worked the streets and now I have great friends who used to be those women. I have compassion for them today. I see them as women, individuals and not for what they used to be.

I used to judge alcoholics who drank everyday and smelled of booze. Who scrambled change to buy a can of beer. And I became an alcoholic myself. I became who I once judged.

I used to judge those who rushed into relationships and then I did it myself.

I could never understand how mothers or fathers could let themselves get to a point where they lose their children. Then it almost happened to me. It woke me up real quick! Now I understand. Addiction takes over. It doesn’t make us bad parents it made us sick parents.

I’m grateful God shows me these lessons because without them i would not learn.

Don’t judge others. Don’t assume you know their life. Don’t assume their happiness is fake because you are in reality faking your own. I speak these words because I’m speaking from experience. I’m no longer that person I have explained here today. When I come across people who hurt my feelings, I ponder over it way too long. Eventually I pray about it & slowly let it go.

We cannot expect the world to treat us how we want to be treated. Expectations are resentments waiting to happen. All we can do is control how we react.

React with kindness not judgement. You never know when you will go through the same thing.

Don’t paint someone as weird or someone who you would never be friends with. God may cross your paths at some point and they may become your best friend or someone who comes into your life for a reason.

Don’t complain when it’s too hot and complain when it’s too cold. Don’t stress over not having money and then stress about paying bills when you do have money to pay them. Don’t complain about the cashier who wasn’t friendly. She may be working 3 jobs to feed her kids and she is exhausted. Don’t judge a parent who’s child is screaming, you have no idea if that child has disabilities that are not visible.

My rant is based on the fact that this world is taught to judge.

Why should we judge anyone when we aren’t perfect.

Perfection does not exist so why do we seek it.

God can judge me. And I’m completely comfortable with that today.

Sober 1600 days December 10th 2018

 

My Journey to Mr. Right

As I sit here just days before I get married, I think of the woman I was before I met Jon. I was naive and easily taken for granted. All I wanted was someone to love me, but i accepted behavior that didnt match someone who was in love. Why? I didnt believe I deserved better. Actually, I didnt even believe I could find better.

I had settled. I held on to what I had hoped would be, instead of accepting what really was. Its amazing how blind we are when we love someone. We tend to be blind to reality because the fantasy appears to be easier.

I accepted behavior that was unacceptable to most, but the truth of the matter was that it was my normal. I grew up watching my mother cry and listening to her get screamed at. Every part of her life was controlled and criticized. Despite the fact that I hated him, I grew up and ended up dating men who portrayed the same characteristics. I was completely oblivious. Control meant love, sex meant commitment and disrespect was normal.

It wasnt until I was 2.5 years sober when I had my heart broken once again, for the last time. It was inevitable and deep down I knew that. I spent two weeks upset, and all of a sudden I woke up one day and thanked god for removing him from my life. I realized that for the past year I had prayed to God to help me; either help this relationship work out, or remove him from my life so I can find the man I am supposed to be with. Well, there was my answer. It wasnt meant to be, so why cry over it.

I was completely done with putting more effort into a relationship than I was getting back. I was finally at a place in my life where I liked who I was. My sister helped me realize that I had been holding on to the wrong types of men because I didnt believe I deserved a happy relationship. That was hard to admit. My mind was blown! I deserve to be myself, to be happy, to be heard, valued, cared for, and loved. I deserved respect, loyalty and acceptance. For once in my life, i was happy to be single.

Thats when Jon came around. A message on facebook popped up, I thought, “oh lord who is this creep.” I looked at his profile before responding. He was definatley good looking! We also had over 30 friends in common so at least he isnt some complete random joe. He was in recovery as well. Something in common! However he was only 2 weeks sober at the time he messaged me. Jon asked me for coffee and I declined. I told him to hold off on women and focus on his recovery. Most men give up and disappear after being rejected. Jon didnt go away. He stayed my friend. We would text back and forth every other day some weeks. We talked about everything. He was respectful, kind and sweet. If only he was further along in his recovery i thought. I saw him at an AA function and my heart fluttered. Damn, hes good looking and he has a great personality. I felt chemistry. What do i do, i thought. I knew he liked me this entire time, but at this point he was only 5 months sober. I was nearly 3 years! I prayed. I asked God for help. I talked to Jon about this the next day. He talked to his sponsor, I talked to mine. For the first time in my life I really paid attention to my instincts. It is God speaking! I had no bad feelings about starting a relationship with Jon. I was nervous yes, but something that I couldnt explain told me to move forward. We agreed that we would do things different this time around. We had both been through heartache and we both didnt want things to turn sour. We took our time and began hanging out more. He was such a gentleman he didnt even try to cuddle with me until I made the move. On our first date he brought me a rose. He asked to meet my sons for nearly a month before I finally agreed. They instantly became friends and I knew right then. This man is it. There is something gentle about his soul, his heart.

3 months later he surprised me with an engagement ring at the beach. I was completely shocked. So shocked infact I kept swearing, “no fucking way!” Classy, I know. One year later and we are days away from saying, “I do.” We are not perfect. Quite frankly we fully admit that we argue and have had our moments where we were not so kind to eachother. Its been a year full of changes, hurdles, and stress with life circumstances. One thing I know with every fiber of my being is that we will be okay. We will forgive, we will grow and we will love. We are equal in every part of our relationship.

I truly believe things happen for a reason. I am now grateful for every failed relationship I have ever had because they helped prepare me for the real thing. If my heart wasnt broken I wouldnt have been free to find Jon. He is my best friend first and foremost. Best friends argue, they fight, they cry and hurt. But they also forgive, laugh and love.  He is my partner in life. There is no doubt in my mind that I am meant to be with him.

So, as I graduate from a single woman to a married woman, my advice is this:

Know your worth and know that you deserve happiness. Whats meant to be will soon follow.

PEOPLE PLEASING

Nearly 4 years sober and I still have a hard time letting go. You see, I am a huge people pleaser. I’m pretty sure it’s a result of my abusive childhood. Every day for the first 10 years of my life I was either listening to screaming, being hit or feeling afraid. My world was inside an egg shell. I did everything that I could to prevent him from being angry. I spoke when asked, I made sure all my chores were done, I kept quiet and I never talked back. I didn’t know this was not normal until I started going for playdates at friends houses. I never wanted to come home. I began to envy my friends families and asked for extra time at my nanas house whenever I went there.

My people pleasing curse (as I call it) has followed me into adulthood. It’s been attached at my hip throughout every relationship and friendship. It’s absolutely exhausting.

My mind is a revolving door. It never shuts completely and it keeps recycling the same old shit every time.  Are they upset with me? What did I do wrong? They must be talking bad about me now. They are judging me. Their opinions have changed! How can I get them to be happy again? Why don’t they like me? Am I not fun? OMG fuck I drive myself INSANE! I have even avoided crucial decisions and suffered the consequences just to keep the other person happy and to avoid conflict. This is a major character defect of mine!

No matter how many times i work the 12 steps of Alcoholics Anonymous, this comes up on my inventory. I’d like to say I am getting better but I am no where near in the clear.

It’s a battle within my own head. One side says who cares if they don’t like you, as long as my side of the street is clean, that’s all that matters. Or, if I do upset someone, apologize and let it go. If my spouse seems agitated, I shouldn’t automatically think it’s about me. But the default side of my brain obsesses over fixing the situation. The problem is, I am trying to control way too many situations that I cannot control. It’s not my job to make someone happy. I cannot make someone like me. It’s none of my business what someone thinks of me and it’s not up to me to make someone forgive me after I apologize.

I must let go and let God. Give it to him to deal with because I am exhausted. At times I need to remind myself of that.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.

I was programmed to please others before myself, so practicing letting go is a classic example of  “progress not perfection”.

Perfection does not exist. So please God take my fear of pleasing everyone away. It’s too heavy to carry anymore and I need your help.

Me, My Own Best Friend

After my recent blog post yesterday, I had a few women message me and thank me for writing it. It blew me away because I had kept this blog a secret for years. I have just recently started to share. I was scared of people seeing the other side of me. For my home business, keeping positive is key to success. At the same time I do not want to be known as that woman who seems perfect aka fake.

I dont strive for perfection anymore. It does not exist. I realized the other day that if I open up more and share my stories, other women would be able to relate and I could possibly help them. Vulnerability is scary but over the last couple of years I have been pushing myself through my fears. If i am afraid of it, I will do it. I grow the most when I am uncomfortable.

But what if I am judged or laughed at? But what if im not?

What others think about me is none of my business. Okay, to be honest thats a hard one for me but I am getting better at it! The older and wiser i become the less i do care what others think about me.

I was recently told that someone said “perfect Amanda, the one who can do no wrong” behind my back. I had 2 reactions. My first reaction was laughter because God knows (and if you read the rest of my entries!) that i am FAR….like, REALLY FAR from being perfect. My second reaction was sadness. I feel sad for her. Why? Because she feels that low about herself that she actually dislikes me because I come off as perfect. I know this is true because I used to be this kind of woman. I would look at the prettiest, happiest woman and say mean things about her. I didnt even know them. I was secretly deflecting my insecurities on to someone else. I am not this person anymore. My goal is to help other women feel worthy of happiness and to understand that they can do anything they set their mind to. No one is perfect, we have all made mistakes and thats okay!

When i stopped worrying about other people and started working on myself, that is when my eyes really opened. My own happiness comes from myself and no one else. I have to be my own best friend. Its fair to say that I was a horrible friend to myself for many years.

Why on earth do we treat everyone else around us better than we do ourselves? As a result, those around us dont get the best version of us! We must change our thinking and see eachother as equals.

Do not compete with anyone except the person who is looking back at you in the mirror.

Trust me, when you love yourself, you will attract others who will love you too.

All She Wanted

All she wanted was the effort that she gave. The love she showed and the loyalty she promised. Unfortunately it would take 33 years to find it. Before the disaster of the dating world began, she was molded into an insecure, self conscious little girl who was quiet unless she was around her sister and mother. Fear ran through her veins as it would for many years to come. The only time she felt safe was with her Nana & Grandpa. After the death of her Nana when she was just 9 years old, all her sense of security died as well. There was no more escaping to Nana’s to get away from the screaming & hitting. She endured the violence, most of which went against her mother and sister. But we have two ears for a reason. She heard everything. Every hurtful word. The words were worse than the spoon breaking on her behind.

Dating began in mid teens and she clung to any attention she could get. Desperate & lonely she seeked love. Unfortunatley she was not given a good example of relationships and this resulted in her dating men who resembed the abusive man she called “Dad” growing up. She was never physically abused by men she dated, however she was controlled, manipulated, verbally and emotionally abused. It seemed that every man she dated took turns with a type of abuse. If she could just change a man, he would treat her the way she hoped for and if she could become who they wanted her to be, IF….being the repetitive word. The cycle of the “bad boy” remained a bad habit for many years.

The fact of the mater was that she didnt believe she was worth better. How could she believe she was? Her biological father abandoned her before birth, she was abused until the age of 10 and watched her mother be degraded. Her step father became her dad and he was an angel sent to her family from then on, however the damage was already done by the age of 11. She had absolutely no self worth.

She had become a broken, sad and sick alcoholic. It took 18 years of relationships before she finally snapped. One last heartbreak and she realized that she needed to do things different if she ever wanted to find lasting love. By this time she was 2 years sober and had been doing a lot of work on herself. She was sober, a great mother, in full time school and thriving. And the man she was with backed off slowly. He was with her in her hard times, but when she began to grow as a woman, and shine bright in her accomplishments he was no where to be found. What did this teach her? That the man she was meant to be with would want to be with her in good times and in bad. He would accept her for who she was and never want her to change. He would love all of her, and be an equal partner in life who put her as a priority and not an option.

She found this man when she was 33 years old. They remained friends for 5 months before dating. This was something she had never done. Despite her fear of heartbreak again, she listened to her instinct. Her instinct that she believed was God speaking to her. She had no bad feeling towards him. There was no thought in the back of her mind telling her that it wasnt right. Her fear was simply a reaction to being treated with respect. It was new and she had no idea how to deal with it. So, she prayed. She prayed and asked God to remove her fear and have her accept this new love.

He asked her to marry her 3 months later.

She is now grateful for every heartbreak she endured. They were lessons in life that prepared her for the real thing. Its funny how God works in mysterious ways.

All she wanted, is now all she has in front of her.

Love, The Alcoholic Me

I’ve been an alcoholic for years. I’ve lied, and I’ve shut my family out because of this disease. I was not the real me for a long time and they suffered because of it.Yet somehow they hung on because they love me.
– Wait, someone loves me that much and hasnt given up??  
– I  didnt believe this for a long time. There were moments that i was so deep into my disease that i convinced myself that even if my boyfriend had left me, I would be okay. But that was the disease; the poison masking my real feelings and fears. I was subconsciously sabotaging my happiness because I didnt believe i deserved it.
– And there you have it. The root of my problems. I dont believe i deserve happiness.
The root of a lot of peoples problems,  I just chose alcohol to “cope” with it.
The difference between someone like me, and a normal person who drinks when they are sad or depressed, is the fact that I cant stop at one or two drinks and put it away. I cant even stop at one sip. A normal person can crack open a beer or pour a glass of wine at the end of a hard day, feel better and move on.
I cant do that.
I have relapsed, I have lied, I have hurt those i love. This disease makes you think you can handle it, keep it under control, & the others are paranoid stress cases!
– No, that’s the disease talking. The devil feeding us a tempting poison that we should not have because we react to it in such a different way than a normal person. A physical allergy that is fueled by a mental obsession. 
 
The question some may be asking –  how it is different this time around?
My answer is quite simple. 
I have come to a peaceful state of mind in which i fully accept that I am an alcoholic and I will always be an alcoholic. I am no longer ashamed to admit this, and I no longer lie to myself. I feel an inner calmness inside me. It is my spiritual awakening. The last time i relapsed, I layed in my bed alone; sad, scared and ashamed that my family was so disappointed.
I prayed.
For the first time I prayed without desperation. No tears fell to my cheeks, perhaps he had wiped them away. I prayed from my heart, not from my distorted diseased thoughts. I asked him to keep me safe while i slept that first sober night & if i woke, I will follow him. I finally accepted that I cannot do this on my own. My way was not working. 
Of course it may take time for some to believe this. But my behavior and actions will soon match my words. 
I am doing this for me. I am not sober today to please others, I am sober today because i deserve happiness. 
 
Love, The Alcoholic Me

Be Thankful For the Pain

It seems to me like the last 10 years have flown by so damn quickly it boggles my mind some days when I think about it. 

Part of my excitement with turning 30 years old recently, is because I have been ready to say goodbye to the last decade. There have been many great moments in the last 10 years that I am grateful for, and others, well….the other moments can just stay put…in the past.

During my twenties I attended college where my diploma still helps me to this day with all the wonderful jobs I have held. I fell in love, and I also became a mother of twins. My twins have been the highlight of my life the last seven years. My reasoning for waking up every single day and why I keep going. Even when I don’t want to keep going, I do because of them. True angels sent from God.

I had my first real experience at a serious relationship where I learned a great deal about how much work it takes to keep a relationship going. No one tells us that when you fall in love, it doesnt end up being like Cinderella or Snow White! It was a real eye opener for me. He was the first person I had ever lived with aside from my parents. Perhaps we rushed things, but at the time something pulled me in & I almost felt a need to give it a try. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. So, i went for it despite the doubts my family had. I followed my heart. It wasnt too long into the relationship when I became pregnant. What have I done? What will i do? I was scared out of my mind yet i was so excited & happy at the same time. I couldnt put my finger on it, and I still cannot to this day but something deep inside me actually wanted to have a baby. And,18 weeks into the pregnancy i was given the most shocking news of my life….i was pregnant with identical twins. 

The relationship started to fall apart within the year of their birth. We were both so overwhelmed, young, and it later became a realization that we were too different and perhaps we were both hanging on for the sake of our sons, but we were both miserable. I closed off and started to drink as soon as the babies were in bed for the night. It was my time of the day to finally relax after taking care of two babies for 8 hours while he worked. He started to lie and go out more often, and he wouldnt come home until the wee hours of the night. In the back of my mind I knew what he was doing, but I stuffed it down deep so I didnt have to deal with it. 

I wanted it to work so badly. I felt like a failure if it didnt work. But i was not ms. perfect either. My drinking was out of hand, i was not affectionate at all, and I was overwhelmed and sad all the time. Who would want to be around someone like that? I blamed myself for a long time & justified his cheating. However years later i can now say, that despite our issues at the time, it still does not give him the right to go down the road that he went down. We all make mistakes in relationships, we are all human. But finish and end your current relationship before you get into bed with someone else. When i found this out, i was absolutely devastated. How did this happen to me? How could i overlook all the signs and signals? I became “that girl” who I never wanted to be. I was unhappy, heartbroken, confused, angry and I had to find a way to make it better for the sake of my babies. I ended the relationship and I was back at my parents house, on the couch. But  I thank God for the father of my twins because without meeting him, i would not have my twin boys nor would i have the knowledge and experience that I have today, to make a relationship work. 

It took a few months for me to feel somewhat normal again. When i started telling people that i was a single mother of twins, it felt so odd and weird to say. Over time, i became proud to say it! I was doing it ON MY OWN. I was independent once again and handling life!! I almost felt like i was back to the old me again, but with two little sidekicks running along with me. I can do anything! I got the boys in daycare, got myself a job, bought a car, & moved the three of us into a basement suite all within 5 months of ending my relationship. This was the real me…the independent firecracker who never let anyone stop me. 

After making some horrible – and when i say horrible, i mean HORRIBLE – dating mistakes (total douche he was!), I met my current boyfriend 4 years ago. We had actually dated when we were 20 years old, and I had always thought about him through the years. Oh and here we were years later in the frozen food section. Oh my he was still super hot! We started talking about our kids, and I asked the most awkward question, “Are you still with the mother?” (inside my head im thinking – please say no please say no) and he replied with, “No, are you?”. I said, “No!”….and a week later we hung out and ended up back at my place! HA!

That first year was on and off for us. We both had recent baggage to deal with and we didnt know how to communicate properly with eachother and coordinate our lives together. Finally in May 2011 he made a mistake that pissed me off and i ignored him for almost three days. I know this was super childish but i really wanted him to know how serious i was. On the third day i went over to see him, and i told him exactly that. I also said, if we try again this is it. If we break up again thats it I cannot keep going back and forth, but all i knew is that my heart was always pulled towards him. Something always brought me back to him. My gut instinct told me to keep trying. So i listened. And here we are almost 3 solid years later. This has been by far the best relationship I have ever experienced. For the good, the bad & the ugly experiences. We have been through hell and back, and we still are so in love every single day. The difference you ask? We dont go to bed angry, we both equally want it to work because we are both so deeply in love. We are honest with eachother even when we know the other will not like what we have to say. We want eachother to succeed and we do  not give up on eachother when we make mistakes. We help eachother up, and walk together.

Part of my mistake the past few years is my drinking. I thought he would like to be around me more if i had a bit of liquid courage if you will. Afterall, the other relationships I experienced, they either treated my horribly, or cheated on me. So in the back of my mind, i thought if i “altered” myself in such a way, that maybe I would be more fun to be around. And we did have fun – But my drinking became too much to handle. One day, he looked at me and started to cry. This was new for me! A man crying? He isnt yelling at me to stop drinking? He is crying?? Wow…..oh my goodness this man really really loves me. For me? The real me? I am almost astonished to this day that he loves me unconditionally. 

He looked at me and said, “I didnt realize how much pain you were holding in”. And we cried together. Whether he remembers that moment or not, i will never forget it because he really understands me and he proved it to me at that moment. He actually truly cares for me and my well being. Maybe my self loathing can date back to my childhood. My biological father didnt want anything to do with me, every guy I had ever dated did me wrong to some extent, and the father of my children lied & cheated on me. So ofcourse I spent years thinking it was all my fault and I was just damaged goods, so who the hell would want the real me? 

Well, i have been pleasantly surprsied. There are so many reasons why I love him, and maybe i will get to those reasons in another post. But what i will say is….be thankful for the pain you experience because it will eventually bring you to where you are supposed to be. And for me, I am meant to be by his side for the rest of my life. He has broken down my walls, he knows every single thing about me, and he STILL wants to be with me. He not only tells me he loves me daily, but he shows me that he loves me in his actions. He is by far the best man I have ever known in my life. 

I know this sounds corny, but he really is my best friend. He is the true definition of a best friend, an unbelievable lover & impeccable soul. I only hope that I can be all of these things to him as well.

I thank god every day for my boyfriend, i truly feel lucky and blessed to have him in my life. I will spend the rest of my life showing him that he means the world to me. I want him by my side while i go through life. Even I, the alcoholic, deserves true love.

Be thankful for the pain, you wouldn’t be who you are today if you never experienced it.