My Version of NaNoWriMo

I recently learned about NaNoWriMo, unfortunately, it was too late for me to begin concepting and actually plan to write a novel in 30 days (#goals, though), so instead, I’ve decided that I’m going to create my own version. This is me, standing (sitting, but you get it) before you, promising that I will write here for the next 30 days.

When this blog started over 6 years ago, that wouldn’t have sounded like such a feat. I was freshly broken and struggling to put the pieces back together; in writing here (and endless support from my family and friends, but that’s another story), I slowly – very slowly – healed and learned that sharing my story could help others.

Let me get real here for a second. I’ve been struggling lately. A lot. And I think the only person who sees even a glimpse of that is Adam. That poor man. I am equally grateful and sorry for him every single day for having to put up with me and my daily struggles. Not only have we both recently started new jobs, we’re also planning a wedding (more about those struggles here) and starting the search for our first home. We’re crazy, we know. Just today, while he’s away on work travel, he called me and listened to me while I cried and told him all of the reasons why I wasn’t up for what the day was handing me. He’s amazing and even that is an understatement.

ANYWAY, as I was saying, I’ve been struggling lately. Struggling to write, to be productive, to be a good friend, fiancé, sister and daughter. Even just looking at all of those words is a little overwhelming to me right now. But I want to get better and I want other people to know that, if they’re struggling too, that it can get better. It’ll be tough but we can do it together.

So, here I am before you, vowing to come back here each day and write. Some days I might share my story because there’s a lot more to share, if you could believe it. Otherwise, I just want to be a reminder to you all to share your story or, if you don’t have one, to be open to listening to others. Maybe you’re the other voice on the line consoling someone or maybe you’re the person thinking you’re screwing it all up. I’ve been there. Hear me when I say you’re not alone.

I’ll see you tomorrow.



Keeping Your Memory Alive

As I drove home from work last night I tried to remember where I was 6 years ago. Thanks to apps like TimeHop & Facebook’s On This Day, I have a slight memory of where I was and what I was doing. I couldn’t tell you much about my mindset on July 6, 2011 but I can tell you this:

I was recently 21, working a summer job at a radio station, which included working a summer event series called Nitefall on the River with this guy named Adam who, on this particular night, walked with me up to the steps of the state capitol and we talked about life, dreams & goals. From there, my mind is a little blank.

It didn’t need to soak up all of the events of the day or the week, the emotions I was feeling or anything else because I had no idea that, in hours, my entire life would be turned upside down.

Six years ago I was broken. My world had stopped spinning and I couldn’t focus on anything in front of me. I wrote last year about how I could still feel everything from that day six years ago; that’s still true today. And, thanks to technology, the messages I sent out six years ago still have the ability to transport me to my broken, 21 year old self who wasn’t sure she could make it through the day.

I reluctantly looked at my apps this morning and saw messages like this:


Technology can be a beautiful and terrible thing.

I wasn’t sure if I should write this year. As many of you know, I recently got engaged. And, as the rest of you know, much of this blog is about the life lessons or heartbreak I’ve endured since my boyfriend killed himself six years ago. For many people, those are conflicting. Shouldn’t I have moved on by now? Should I no longer feel heartache for someone I truly loved? I’m sure you all have your opinions. Luckily, I have mine too.

Shortly after Luke died, I got a tattoo of his initials on my foot and, though his mom knew how much I loved him, she warned me that someday I’d move on and it might be tough to explain that to the new man in my life. But I didn’t care, and I don’t care, and I’m lucky enough to be in a relationship where my past is respected and understood.

These blog posts are therapeutic to me and are the best way I can keep Luke’s memory alive. Though years have passed and I’ve opened myself up to loving and being loved, it doesn’t mean that I can’t mourn a love I lost; a best friend who left this Earth long before I ever wanted him to.

I wrote earlier that six years ago I was broken. The year following that, I was just as broken, if not more. I’m not standing before you six years later telling you that I have it all together because I don’t. If we’re being honest, I had a breakdown on Monday night and another one last night. I’m not perfect, I hurt and mourn for people who are long gone and a big portion of me thinks that parts of me will always be broken but it’s that brokenness that reminds me of how much, and who, I’ve had to love in this life.