Changes

Today is my mom’s birthday. She would’ve been 77. She died just 9 days shy of her 60th birthday in 2003. I miss her. I have a nephew getting married today in Pennsylvania. Wish I was there. Found out one of my great aunts passed away yesterday. She was almost 102 years old. I think the biggest thing I’ve learned since turning 41 in 2013 and I began to “wake up” is that nothing stays the same forever. Change is inevitable and no matter how difficult it is or how hard you fight it, life goes on. People are born. People die. People get married. People get divorced. People leave your life that you thought you couldn’t live without and would always be around and others show up out of nowhere like magic that you never knew you needed. It’s kind of amazing and beautiful when you think about it all. I don’t believe in coincidences anymore. God has a big plan for all of us. I’m finally at a point in my life where I’ve surrendered all and just trusting Him.

Happy birthday, mom. Never knew you were a duck hunter. Maybe you’re shooting ducks in heaven right now. But more likely smoking a cigarette and drinking a coke and eating a Hershey bar with almonds… and laughing. You had the best laugh. ❤️

Blessings,

Stacey ~ iamalive

Grace Times Ten

My friend and coworker, Bradley Troutman, published his first book last year. I read it recently and I asked him if I could share it here.

In Bradley’s words, “The purpose of this book is to help you see and recognize how God is at work in your life.  To build a testimony of miracles, small and large, that have occurred in your life.  Last, but certainly not least, encourage you to share your testimony every chance you get.”

This book is very personal and you feel as if you are having a conversation with Bradley as you are reading it. The biggest takeaway for me is that no matter how far you walk away from God, He is always right there waiting for you to return. I have personal experience with needing God’s grace, as I am sure you do as well.

Click here to purchase Grace Times Ten.

Blessings,

Stacey ~ iamalive

 

Light

My mom died a slow horrible death that took years to finally take her life. She took a bottle of pills. She slit her wrists. She beat her head with a hammer. But the thing that finally “did her in” was when she stopped eating. She starved herself to death and her body finally shut down.

My biggest fear with my battle with depression is that I’m going to end up like my mom. Sometimes I feel like I’ve come so far in this journey to getting back to ME. And sometimes I feel like I’ve just walked in a big ol circle and I’m right back where I started. But I’m still moving. When you stop moving, that’s it. Depression is real, y’all. It’s a disease and people can’t just “snap out of it.” It takes time. It takes medication. (Even when you hate to take pills). It takes  A LOT of self care. It takes support. And sometimes it takes its toll before healing occurs. It’s not just a “phase.”


When someone reaches out to you and tells you they are depressed, don’t ignore them. They are looking for support. (It takes a lot of courage to ask for help when you are depressed…don’t be afraid to ask). I’ve lost a lot of friends because of my struggles with this monster on my back. People don’t want to face hard things so they look away. They leave people behind. I’m sure I’ve done the same thing too. I’m going to try and do better and be a better listener and a better friend.

I’m fine. I mean, I will be. I don’t have a support system or an emergency contact or someone to come home to every day to talk to and get a hug from. I’m pretty much alone. I do have a God who loves me and will never leave me, even though I leave him sometimes. I don’t want to let him down.

I’m not a perfect person. I battle with anxiety and depression. But I’m strong. So very strong. If you knew about all of the things I’ve dealt with over the last 47 years you’d probably agree. Maybe you relate? I’m not looking for sympathy or adoration or anything like that really. I’m just willing, still, to share my story in hopes that someone else out there who might be feeling the same reads it and realizes they are not alone. There are many of us out here fighting on a daily basis to just get through the next day. The next hour. The next minute.

And we will. And we will look back and be grateful for getting through these times. Because the light on the other side is pretty damn spectacular. It doesn’t always last long. Darkness always seems to come again. But those moments of light? Those are the moments I live for. Just keep moving. You’ll get there. I’ll get there. We will get there together.

Blessings,

Stacey ~ iamalive

Joy and Faith

I haven’t written much this year. Actually, I just realized I have not posted here since August. Instead of writing, I have been doing a lot of reading, thinking, working, cooking, sleeping, listening to music, and just living a quiet life this year. I am learning to be the me that exists in the now and accepting who I am and where I am at in life at this moment.  

I have had this idea to write a book about my spiritual journey over the last five years. It is mainly about love, heartbreaks, victories, failures, endings, and new beginnings. I also throw in bits and pieces from my past for good measure. Because the experiences that I have gone through influenced choices I have made more recently. Past experiences shaped and molded me into the person I am today. Job changes, my mom’s mental illness and her death, past marriages and relationships with men, my dad’s illness, friendships, loss of pets…all of these experience and more created an image in my head of who I am that is unique from anyone else on the planet. We all go through “stuff” but we all deal with things differently. What might be a huge deal to me might be meaningless to you.

My word for 2018 was “joy.” I am not exactly sure if I found it for good, but I have had moments. Moments are better than nothing, and besides, we cannot be happy all of the time. That would just be weird. I don’t have the energy to smile 24/7! And I don’t expect to do so.

This year I have dealt with a lot of feelings of FEAR when I wasn’t feeling joy. I was afraid to leave my apartment a lot of the time because I suffered from more panic attacks this year than I have for a very long time. Being afraid tells me that my faith is lacking. Living in fear is crippling in so many ways. By not wanting to leave my apartment except to go to work, I have become isolated from friends and family. I have felt really alone this year. My cats are my best friends. (I did adopt a new cat this year. Her name is “New-cat”, of course).

The moments of JOY I felt this year happened when I left my apartment and did something besides curl up in a ball on the couch with my cats. I went to Mexico for four nights back in January with my friend and saw Dave Matthews, Tim Reynolds, Brandi Carlile, Carlos Malta, Joseph, and others perform in concert on the beach three night in a row. I went to Indianapolis for a weekend in June and saw DMB perform for two nights. And in late August I did something I have never done before. I took a road trip out west by myself. I flew from Louisville, KY to Seattle, WA and spent several days in WA state then drove my rental car down the Pacific Coast Highway to San Francisco. I have vowed to go somewhere I have never been before at least once a year and I had never been to SF, so I can check that off my list now. With all of the driving I did in WA state for four days combined with the trip down the coast, I put 1,683 miles on that Nissan Murano. I loved that car. 

My trip was magical and was THE highlight of my year. I made several stops along the way that were suggested in a travel guide I ordered from Amazon. (I don’t leave my house except to go on road trips on the other side of the country, so of course I didn’t buy the guide at a store). I visited Pike’s Place Market and walked around the pier and ate salmon at my favorite little restaurant there. I left WA and crossed over into my favorite state, Oregon. I walked around Astoria and dreamed about the Goonies. I stayed in Seaside and visited Cannon Beach. I just stared at the big rock there for a couple of hours. I didn’t want to leave but I had a schedule to keep. I ate cheese and ice cream in Tillamook. I visited Yaquina Lighthouse near Newport, and Heceta Head Lighthouse on the way to the Sea Lions Caves (the sea lions were unfortunately out to sea feeding in early September, bummer). I stopped in Bandon and visited Face Rock, then Cape Blanco Lighthouse. I then crossed over into California and slept at the Curly Redwood lodge the night before I drove through Redwood National Park. I took a detour from Highway 101 after driving through the big trees via Highway 1 and almost pooped my pants. It was a crazy, winding road that seemed to never end. White knuckling is an understatement. I saw a cat walking along Glass Beach. I fed squirrels popcorn at another lighthouse (can’t remember the name). And then I stopped in Mendocino, which turns out was my favorite place of my entire trip. If you ever make it there, eat some pizza at Flow, then take a walk to the beach and watch the sunset over the ocean. Sleep at the Hill House Inn and I promise you will have the Best. Sleep. Ever. I made it to SF the next day and crossed the Golden Gate Bridge (did the bridge overlook photo op thing), then checked into a nice hotel and ordered dinner. I sat there in the restaurant at the Westin by the airport thinking about everything I had just seen and I wondered where all of the people in the restaurant had been and where they were going. I had a joyful week to say the least. I hoped they did too.

Then I returned home. I was sad after I returned. I knew I would be. Going back to work the day after a trip like that wasn’t my idea of “joy”…I just wanted to transport myself back to the west coast where I was smiling nonstop. I could breathe better out there. I felt the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. I touched the sand and dipped my feet in the cold water. I ate some good food and drank a beer or three every day. I felt peace. 

But I am not rich. In order to afford to take vacations, I must work. The vacation high wore off and I settled back into my apartment with my cats. Work, sleep, work, sleep. And that has been life since September. No trips or anything exciting really.

I’ve been thinking more about that book lately. The one I have been trying to write for five years. That story I want to tell is just a glimpse into my life. Five years is nothing in the grand scheme of things, yet I have been through so much since 2013. I got divorced. I have moved multiple times and changed jobs a couple of times. I took an entire year off from working in a lab and spent several weeks in Japan and then came home and worked as a farm hand at a local charitable CSA. I am back in the “lab” now and I feel like I have come full circle in many ways. I am stable now. Even if I do have some bad days. (I had a panic attack yesterday for no reason at all). I do feel joy sometimes. And I do have a story to tell. It is a story about how God takes care of me no matter what. Even if I go through periods where I feel incredibly alone and abandoned and I don’t believe He will take care of me anymore, he still does. I don’t have to be on a roadtrip or a grand vacation or at a concert to feel joy and peace. It surrounds me all the time if I allow it to. 

My word for 2019 is FAITH. Because without it, that means I have given up. And I owe Him more than that for everything He has done for me.

Keep on keepin’ on you guys. That is the only way.

Happy new year and many blessings for 2019. It’s all going to be ok!

Stacey ~ iamalive

 

 

Difficult Roads

I saw the above quote on a jewelry ad on Instagram today. It coincided with something I am struggling with at the moment: Facing fear and stepping beyond my comfort zone so I can begin to live again.

I also read these notes I had jotted down at some point in my daily devotional:

“We have to learn to live in the grey day according to what we saw on the mount.”

And…

“Take yourself by the scruff of the neck and shake off your incarnate laziness.”

Wow.

I’ve been wearing a bracelet since 2013 that says “Enjoy the Journey.” It is a reminder to live every single day and not put things off to do in an unknown future. But I haven’t been doing that lately. I have fallen into a spiritual, emotional, and physical coma where I feel like I am just barely existing.

God doesn’t want me to merely just exist.

“God sees the entire journey and knows what’s ahead of you – even if you feel you’re sloshing through the muck. He sees the end of the path – where you will break through the trees and go running into his arms.”

I am going to try my best to start living again and trust God. By the end of this year I want some amazing stories to tell and a fresh outlook on life in general. It has been a five year journey for me to get to this place in my life where I am now, dependent on only myself and choosing to create my own happiness.

I KNOW difficult roads lead to amazing views because I have traveled and conquered them before. And I will again. Getting off the couch and purposely moving forward with courage even if my anxiety is at its worst…is necessary.

I deserve so much more in life than I have been settling for by taking the easy route.

Praying for strength and courage to bust through those barricades and enjoy and trust my journey again. Most people settle. But I am not most people.

Thanks for following along with me. I pray you have the courage to keep moving forward on the road less traveled too. It’s difficult but it’s worth it. 

Blessings,

Stacey ~ iamalive

 

Lisa’s Blog #12

Sharing another message from my friend Lisa Millman. This same subject was on my mind yesterday because of a different but similar picture I saw on Facebook. So when I read her post, I had to ask her if I could share it. It’s powerful. Blessings, Stacey

“Can I say my heart has been burdened all day by what this picture represents. In church today, Jimmy Scroggins showed this award winning photograph by Kevin Clark. Kevin would take these pictures and go about getting awards, dinners, etc. Then people would ask him what happened to the child, etc. It haunted him to the point of despair that he ended up taking his life in 1993. I did some more research and found his suicide note. What Jimmy said today though stopped me in my tracks. How many people am I leaving crawling in the dirt of brokenness while I go about my life? Wow. I can’t save people. That is something only Jesus can and will do. I can encourage people to turn from their sin and believe. Not condemn. Not enable but simply love. Point then towards Jesus. Forgive me, God, when I have ignored people like the child in this picture. They were not desperate for food but desperate for you. The enemy is like the vulture in this picture. He comes to steal, kill and destroy. Jesus came for us to have an abundant life. So know the enemy will do everything he can to get you to a point of despair. Oh God, help me be a light to those people. This broke me today.”