“I no longer see a reason to continue living”

April 25, 1995

At 15 years old, I wrote those words out in a letter to my parents. I didn’t understand what I felt; I didn’t understand why I felt that way; I knew I had no reason to feel that way, but I did, and it scared me.

I know for a fact whenever I have felt that low, I never wanted to die; but it was hard to see a reason to live. I was always hoping for someone to give me a glimpse of belief that I mattered because something inside me had convinced me that I did not.

Thank God, those glimpses always came because I am here today, and I know I matter.

I am one of those people that see a purpose in everything, yet at times I haven’t seen one in myself.

I believe everything happens for a reason, yet at times everything becomes so foggy that I forget what I believe.

I always try to see beyond what just my eyes can see. I dig deep in my soul, searching for a better understanding of myself and others.

For a while, I felt I was on top of it, and then, one day, it came creeping back in.

I must not have sealed all the cracks, and this time it convinces me that I don’t deserve a healthy relationship, that nothing lasts forever, that it’s only a matter of time before everything falls apart like it always does.

My battle with depression has been lifelong. It’s also a battle with myself.

Depression has become a part of me. Yet, it does not define me. It can be so scary at times, yet it has allowed me to experience empathy for others in a way that goes deep into my soul.

I’m aware of it; my family is aware of it. When I feel low, I tell them. They all come through in their way to support me.

We all have our battles; we all are growing at a different speed. If we don’t learn from the past, we will continue to relive the same mistakes. If we don’t learn from one another, we are bound to stump our growth and repeat unhealthy ways of experiencing life.

You may have grown up thinking Mental health wasn’t real or just called people crazy. I know I grew up thinking that. I always joke and tell people I’m crazy, but it’s not a joke. It’s a defense mechanism. I say it so that when you say it, your words have no power.

But it is real, and if you’ve never experienced it or aren’t aware enough to even recognize it in yourself or others, seek more information, get educated, tell others you’re learning to be able to help end the stigma.

And for those of us living with any mental illness, let’s be more transparent with one another. We’re so busy pointing out our differences that we forget just how much we have in common and that we are not that different at all.

Decide to be more authentic, more transparent, together we can end the stigma.

Inauguration Day 

A lot of uncertainty today. A lot of anger, a lot of disappointment. I will never understand why humanity acts in the same manner of that which angers them. It makes no sense to me, history repeats itself over and over because we just don’t stop, we keep on. Hate will never get rid of hate… only love will. Today regardless of how I feel about my president. I will pray for  him and for our Nation. Because at the end of the day the one thing I know for sure is that although “I don’t know what tomorrow holds, I know who holds tomorrow.”  

Poems from Heaven

It’s been a tough day, one of those days that I wish you were here. I opened one of your journals and I couldn’t help but laugh at how similar we are. Just like my journals yours are incomplete.. halfway filled and you skip pages, then decide to write on the last pages, just like me! I read some of your words and was somewhat comforted, not completely though because it only highlighted your absence. I had to bring myself back to what you would have told me in this moment. You would have told me to focus on the good, which is that I have your journals to read. In your absence I have something tangible to bring your memory to life. Thank you for keeping these journals, for writing them. I wish I had more.. I miss you more than I allow myself to feel sometimes…. This journal entry is the one that reminded me of everything you taught me and like always was exactly what I needed in this very moment!

 

” Soy rico de corazón, jamás conocí el rencor porque yo amo al señor. El es mi guía y mi razón.” -José Acosta – Pepe!

This is what starting over looks like…

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547334_325968817480082_1602908993_nSo they say that rock bottom is a beautiful place to start, or restart in my case… to begin again and get a clean slate with endless possibilities. I guess that is where I am at today… this is my rock bottom. I have to admit I have been here a few times before and it never feels any better. You never see it coming no matter how experienced you become at feeling that rough, cold ground beneath you…  no, somehow it still manages to sneak up on you every time.

Luckily, I believe in new beginnings. I believe in the fall. I believe in failing so miserably and painfully into yourself. I believe in breaking every bone into the person you are meant to become. Yes, I am a fan of those growing pains. I am sure you are wondering if I am some kind of masochist here and maybe I…

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The truth hurts.

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You want me to paint you a pretty picture? Most people will be satisfied with just that, a superficial truth that they believe. They reach out to all those who will agree with them and tell them exactly what they want to hear.

But that’s so easy to find, you get sucked back into your old ways and seek comfort in the ways of the world. We have all been there, I know I have. But many will be there for a long time. All because they are too prideful to face the truth.

I just cant, I know the truth and I can’t pretend anymore that I don’t. I  will do my best to live by it. Sure, I will fail, but I won’t turn back. I’ve done that one too many times.

I won’t judge you for where you are on your walk with God. But if I love you, I will call you out on the sins that seperate you from Him. Because isn’t that exactly what God calls us to do?

But if the way I live and the changes I make, the things I say and do make you uncomfortable, because you feel pressured and restricted then you need to do some soul searching.

That pressure is not me, it’s God. Nudging, I am but a messenger and I will never pressure anyone to do anything, not even my son.  But I also won’t let anyone stand in my way. You can live a lie, you can fool a lot people, but not me and most definitely not God!

How much of Jesus do others see in Me?



Last night after we finished Service. Andres calls me and asks me where I am. Usually I have to go pull him out of the middle school service, because he always ends up playing video games or billiards when his service finishes. Last night was different, he told me to hurry because he could not wait to tell me what he learned. (My heart skipped a beat). You see before going to the service we had a huge argument, he didn’t want to wear jeans, or shoes. If it was up to him, he would always be in sandals and shorts, a true Florida boy forever. I allowed my anger to get the best of me and yelled forget it we are not going anywhere, so he said ok and went to his room. 

Except, I felt a nudge that I could not ignore and I said the enemy will not win. I got up and went into his room and said, not the devil, not a fight, not a thing will keep us from going to church tonight. So please get dressed and he did. Thank you God! I feel so much peace in knowing that the message he received had touched him in a way that not a video game or billiards or anything could keep him from wanting to share it with me, there was no doubt God is working in him. 

It turns out his service was about the relationship you have with your parents. How we should honor our parents. He looked at me and said he was sorry for behaving how he did. I apologized as well, said we were both wrong. He was amazed beyond belief how God knew that he needed this message. They also talked about how being like Jesus is not just for Sundays and how we need to make sure that we remember that, when we walk out of church. The pastor gave him a candle to serve as a reminder. He told me how true that is, he said many times at school other kids curse and I curse and I should remember that it’s wrong and I should remind them as well. 

Then he asked me from a scale of 1-10 how much of Jesus I see in him. I had to think about it, because my son has an amazing heart, but like all of us, we get pulled into this world and we don’t live like we should. He looks at me and says, say the truth. I told him I was planning on it. So I said 5 and I explained why. He agreed. I then asked him, how much of Jesus did he see in me? Without hesitation he said 10 for sure. I laughed and said really? But I said, no, I just yelled at you and lost control before coming here. He said, yeah your right so an 8. 

The fact that he sees a 10 filled my heart and soul. It gives me peace to know that I am not just going through the motions. That I am not just going to church, serving and going home and not setting an example every single day. The way I talk about others, The way I see the world. In my conversations with my him, in the way I humble myself knowing that I make mistakes, in my allowing him to see that I am not perfect, that I am human. By not lying to him, even when what I am telling him may change the way he sees me. Making sure that I am not just talking about God, but doing my very best to live out what God calls us to do. I haven’t always set the best example, but I tell him that. I tell him how aware I am of my mistakes. I tell him where I am weak and where I fail. 

I think sometimes we try to play God to our children. We set this unrealistic example of what being a Christian is. We pretend we are perfect. We play a role that they can never live up to. What happens when we play God, is that we end up losing them, we lose their trust. We think that just because they are children that they don’t see the hypocrisy. They see it. They even call us out on it, but we get defensive about it. What are we so afraid of? That they will judge us? Who taught them to judge? That they will change the way they see us?  Do you see others differently because of their faults and mistakes? Do you see, they are what we have lead them to be. Lead by example. Are you aware of who you are, while trying to preach to your children to be like Jesus? 

We are their parents, we think that we always know better, that we know more. When are we going to see that we live in a broken world that will do everything and and anything to pull them away from us, but more importantly away from God. Let them see that we are broken, how we are broken and how we do it all through Gods strength. Not our own. You see, this world has no problem being real in all it’s brokenness. Yet, we hide our real. This world has no problem being deep with it’s emotions, words and pain. Yet, we hide ours. This world has no problem talking about sex, porn, drugs, partying, alcohol and how it is all so AMAZING! Yet, we hide our AMAZING SAVIOR, because by hiding our broken parts, we leave no room to show His strength. Leading all those looking in on our lives to believe that we are bunch of hypocrites. Which we are. And in turn, we are raising the future generation to be the same. 

So ask yourself this. Are you just going through the motions? Are you asking your kids to believe in a God that you don’t reflect, that you don’t represent? Today, sit down, ask your child, how much of Jesus do they see in you? 

Let this be a wake up call. Don’t get stuck in the motions, don’t get stuck in playing God. Don’t hide your brokenness, be transparent, because then and only then will we really lead our children and others to Jesus.