My Story Part 2

Looking back on my middle school experience, the incident seems so minuscule compared to some of the trauma and suffering that other people face in their lives. But It damaged me to the core.  The one thing that got me through was a knowledge that God loved me. I had this internal knowing that I was a unique spirit, that before I came to this earth I was someone important. While it was difficult to feel so alone, I knew that I had a purpose on this earth and that I could not leave it. No matter how difficult it was to endure at the present moment.

I had a mental exercise that I would do anytime the stress or anxiety overwhelmed me. I’d imagine myself as an adult in the future, looking back at my current situation. I’d ask myself, “in ten years, will this moment even matter? Will I remember this test? Will I remember this person?” It helped me keep perspective that the trials I was facing were only temporary. I just had to make it through high school.
Those years were mostly a blur. My freshman and sophomore year I hung out with juniors and seniors. We had the largest freshman class to date with over 1200 students. It made it easier to blend into the crowd. I didn’t try out for the volleyball or  the basketball team even though I really wanted to. I secretly hoped the coach would seek me out and invite me.  The damage to my self confidence affected me in all areas. Something that used to be fun was now full of self doubt. “What if I miss a shot? My team will hate me.” I let fear of failure and criticism run my life.  I was just a shell of myself, barely hanging on. To the people outside of school, I tried to act like my usual self even though I was deeply hurting inside.

By the end of my sophomore year, I was encouraged to try out for the track team. Well actually there was no “try out,” everyone made the team. This was something I could handle. It was more of an individual sport so If I made a mistake I wouldn’t have a team of people upset with me, that was my reasoning anyway. During the season, I finally made a few friendships with people my own age.  They also ran x country in the spring of my junior year and so I decided to join them. It was a breath of fresh air to be surrounded by people that were fun, high energy, smart and talented. I only let a few close friends see the real me that was hiding inside. To everyone else, I must have appeared to be stuck-up, not talking to anyone. When in reality I was too afraid to talk to people. I honestly thought if I had said “Hello” to someone in the hall that they would be annoyed by me or I’d scare them away.

I also learned that people had negative feelings toward the overly smart kids or pretty girls. I did my best to not be too noticeable or “shiny.” I didn’t study for tests, I procrastinated on my homework and I wore big baggy clothes and hardly any makeup. I just wanted to slide under the radar. I was pretty good at not drawing any attention to myself. I still managed to get mostly A’s even though I never fully applied myself. Unfortunately, that bad habit continued through my college years too.

Overall, my high school experience wasn’t too terrible but I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I always felt much older than I actually was. Graduation day was one of the happiest days of my life. I remember my cheeks hurting by the end of the day because I had a perma-grin on my face. I had SURVIVED!!

I couldn’t wait to leave home and be on my own. I worked for the last two years of high school and saved up to pay my way through college by myself. This was my time to be me again. I figured there would only be a handful of people that came from my school and for the most party nobody would know me. I could reinvent myself. I could be the person that I wished someone had been for me.  Instead of waiting to be introduced, I could introduce myself to people. Whenever I met people, they rarely remembered my name, I would remember people’s names. I could smile and talk to strangers. I could seek out the people sitting by themselves and invite them to sit with me. I was a collector of friends. I had FUN again. It wasn’t easy. In fact, it was terrifying. But I absolutely loved it! My time there flew by and before I knew it, we were graduating.

To Be Continued….

My Story

I’ve been meaning to write this for years now, knowing that it might help someone who has been in a similar situation, or simply to officially let it go. However, there is a bit of fear and pain involved in the telling of it. Fear that I might shame anyone that was involved or fear that I might be judged because of it, not to mention the pain that is felt in muddling in the past. This is my “old story,” it no longer defines me, but it has taught me a lot of lessons. These lessons can be beneficial for others too as they learn that they are not their past.

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Truth Card Workshop

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What is a Truth Card and Why is it important?

imagesOften times, hearing encouraging words that give us hope for a brighter future is exactly what we need to heal. Words that ring true to heal the exact pains and frustrations that we feel.
Throughout our life we hear people talk about us or maybe we make assumptions about ourselves based on an old story. Those negative messages can sometimes run through our head and prevent us from stepping out of our comfort zone or living up to our true potential. Those lies might even have you believing that you are not worthy of love or that you are not enough. Its time to change that.

Truth cards help remind us of what is good and unchangeable within us. It is a daily reminder of what is possible as we continue to grow and evolve. These messages of love are written directly to our souls and help us feel whole again.

Particiimages-1pants who attend a Truth Card workshop will be given all of the printed messages and tools needed to create 4 large and 4 small truth cards. Uplifting music, art supplies and a little time just for you is exactly what your soul needs. Create them for yourself or to share with loved ones. This act of kindness can be life changing!
Spend an evening surrounded by a tribe of women who want to better themselves. No prior art experience is needed. Just show up and everything else will be prepared for you! Water and snacks will be provided, feel free to BYOB.

DATE AND TIME

Thursday November 16th, 2017

Deluxe Session $25 (Includes take home curriculum packet, 3 large and 3 small chipboards, 3 hours access to supplies)
6:00 PM – 9:00 PM MDT

Trial Session $5 (Includes, 1 chipboard card and 1 hour access to craft supplies)
7:o0 PM – 8:00 PM

SoulBook Experience (Includes complete packet, cardboard pages to make your own book, clip art, art paper, 6 hours access to supplies over 2 nights of your choice)

LOCATION

Fletcher Farms Party Barn

20325 Franklin Blvd

Nampa, Idaho 83687

 

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