Anything Is Possible


As I reflect back to just a year ago in my own life today on where I was, what I was doing, and just who I was, the difference is like night and day. My thinking is different, my personal goals are different, my relationships with myself and people are different.

Some of the changes that have taken place have taken a more gradual slow approach, while others were like a leap. I have lost some things and yet I have gained so much. The point is, I didn’t stay stuck or stagnant.

So many times in my life, I found myself being sucked up into a state of depression, that I was blinded by what could be possible. I even went so far in 2013 that I attempted to take my own life. My own reasoning was that I thought nothing was going to get better and my children were all going to grow up and move away and I was going to be left alone.

I honestly could not see the other side of the coin! That is the way depression hinders your thoughts and any type of vision of the future. You are literally blinded. It is the saddest state of being.

My hopes today is that no matter who you are, where you are, and what you are doing, your able to take some kind of hold to these words-never give up! Never give up on the fact that anything is possible!

Words cannot describe just how grateful I am for that day that I was saved! I had no blood pressure, honestly, it was a miracle, I am here today! I have a new outlook on life, I am a stronger person than I was back then, and though I still get depressed, I hang on until my thoughts change for the better.

If I can do it, so can you! I was one of the lucky ones, and you can be one too!

Thank you for reading,

Glad to be here!

Just thoughts

Bridgette~

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Freedom From Fear


I lived in fear all my childhood life. Fear of being hit, fear of dropping my fork at the dinner table and being back handed, fear of what might come next. Living in fear was not really living at all. Fear was something I could not see, but I could definitely feel it in my whole being, everyday. The amount of fear that laid inside me, caused my heart to weaken under the stress over the years.

Today, I see so many people in the world, living in fear as well. The fear of catching the Corona Virus, fear of losing their jobs, their health insurance, their livelihood. Living in fear of the known and the unknown is almost a constant in our lives. Fear can be almost paralyzing, and it can also be stimulating.

Living in fear as a child, I was almost paralyzed to live. Sure I had a few good moments, but looking back, I really did not enjoy much of anything to speak of. It wasn’t until I was sixteen years old, when the overwhelming fear of living in fear built up inside me, and began to unravel. Suddenly I realized I had two choices. To live or to die.

The physical and emotional pain of fear was so intense that dying seemed to be the best option. For years, I just wanted to die. I honestly thought that this was a way of life because I had nothing in my life to compare it to. Little did I know that living was just on the other side of my fears.

To this day I do not know what caused me to get up and stand up for myself one day, except for the fact that my mind somehow told myself that if I was going to die anyway, I might as well give it a good fight. So I did. And something amazingly happened.

Call it a flash of light, a spark of hope, a new unfolding freedom. Suddenly all this fear that I had inside me about dying changed and created a new path to the living. The fear immediately shrunk and dissipated. My whole life now lay in front of me, like a tree extending its branches to reach the sunlight. I could breathe, something so simple that I had been doing all along, but yet now was no longer heavy it was now appeasing.

I still have some fears today. Some of my fears are real and some of them are just fears that I create. Some of my fears are still paralyzing as I felt not to long ago being at the top of a ladder. I could not move, literally. Standing there with my hands gripped so tightly to the sides of this ladder, and crying, all I could envision was me falling. Once again, I considered my options. To live or to die. So with a deep breath, I began to move, and I managed to get down safely to my freedom.

My hope today, is that we can all examine our fears and begin to move. Nothing is more paralyzing than staying stuck in fear and not really living. We do have choices if we just recognize them. Beauty is in life, and so therefore, my choice today is to live.

I want to live, don’t you?

I am a survivor!

Just thoughts

Bridgette~

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The Willow Tree


The Willow Tree Weeps In The Wind

Not Only For Sorrow But For Joy

And Why It Bends For Happiness

No One Else Seems To Know Or Understand

But The Tree Itself Knows

For It Was Given The Gift Of Life

I wrote this poem sitting in a high school class when I lived in Texas. My high school years were the most terrible, turbulent years for me. I was dealing with physical, emotional, and sexual abuse. Quite honestly, I do not know how I survived. I was so isolated as a teenager. Know one seemed to notice, and I rarely talked, at least not much. Have you ever been in one of those families where children are to be seen not heard? Yep, that was me, that was mine.

It has been so many years since I wrote this, yet, I still remember every word. Looking at the words, and reading them out loud to myself, I’m beginning to analyze. Somewhere, deep within me, I must have been holding onto a small flame. A flame for life. I had dodged the bullet so many times, fighting for my life, fighting just to live.

I can see the words, “No One Else Seems To Know”, and they are haunting. I believe people, children, as well as adults, and even the elderly, tend to hold their abuse close to them and that is one of the most daunting things that keeps the abuse going. Perpetrators seem to hold some kind of power over us, over them.

Until…..

For me, something inside of me just snapped one dreadful afternoon. Instead of taking the abuse, I stood up and fought. If I was going to die, I wasn’t going to just lay down and do so. I was going to fight to live. And I did. Here I was a scrawny teenager fighting a 6 foot grown man. The look on his face, to this day, remains frozen in my mind, it remains frozen in time. I took my life back that day. I became that Willow Tree, grateful, for the gift of life….

*If you notice, quiet people, whether the young or old, please talk to them. I personally feel like you can make a difference in someone’s life. Reach out to that kid on the playground, sitting by themselves. Reach out to that elderly person, alone. Take some time for a conversation. Who knows, you just might make a friend, or save a life.

Thank you for reading,

Bridgette~

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