All About Me
Before I delve into the past and my experiences with depression and anxiety (one of the focuses of my blogging journey) I thought I should go back further and tell you about my childhood. I do so in an effort to help you understand where I am coming from.
I grew up in Vegas, one member of a large family. What do I mean by large? Well, I mean a family of five children. This may not be large to some (especially those who share my culture and religious beliefs), but to the world in general I think it’s quite big. I’m the fourth of those five children, with 3 older brothers and a younger sister. As children we played–we played hard, as most kids do, and unfortunately I have some scars to prove it.
My mom taught swimming lessons for quite some time so we all learned to swim at an early age. I love being in the water! The pool was our second home, so-to-speak. We even took to jumping off the garage roof into the pool (in the shallow end no less). What were we thinking you ask, well I’ll tell you. “This is fun!” obviously. My sister and I were very daring in our younger years because of our brothers.
Some of our favorite things to do, besides swimming, were playing in the mud, skating, playing tag on the block walls surrounding our neighborhood, cliff-jumping, Nintendo (and every other successive game console), climbing trees, night games (Ambush especially), and playing cards.
My brothers took special pleasure in teasing my sister and me, until the waterworks came (most of the time), but one brother did so more than the other two. Thanks for that by the way–yeah you know who you are (and I still love you). This really affected me for quite some time, but in retrospect I feel I have a thicker skin now than some. I’m not saying this is the best way to go about obtaining a thick skin by any stretch of the imagination. I’m saying that I try to focus on what I’ve learned from those experiences, etc. The past is the past; we learn from it and move on (hopefully).
Speaking of moving, we moved around quite a few times during my childhood, in fact I count at least 7+ times by the time I served my mission at the age of 21. Saying that it wasn’t fun is an understatement, especially the first move from what I consider my home and always will. That was painful, but life changes, different things are required of us, or more specifically our parents. Their circumstances change and so we must all learn to adapt.
I didn’t adapt very well I’m afraid. I had terrible anxiety. I was painfully shy, which turned into depression and a myriad of other physical symptoms (i.e., stomach aches, heart palpitations, etc.). I’m sure this is quite common for a lot of people growing up in this world, but at the time I felt like I was alone. I felt like my problems were worse than others who may be considered a little shy. Those feelings are probably common in youth as well, unfortunately.
Eventually we ended up in Utah when I was almost thirteen. Luckily, I was familiar with the area and had fond memories of it. We usually visited family during our holiday vacation once a year. This fact I’m sure helped ease, somewhat, the stress of the whole situation. I was home-schooled for three non-consecutive years, 3rd, 7th and then 9th grade. I hated public school so much that I quit high school and obtained my G.E.D. Again, this was due to my anxiety and social phobia.
A few months later I began attending a massage therapy school. I loved it. Ladies and gents, if you’ve never had a massage, go get yourself one. Spend the money; it is totally worth. Good for your health. Good for your emotional state. I’m not practicing at this time, nor did I ever really, but I did graduate and obtain a license.
Called To Serve
At the age of twenty-one, I decided to serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I was called to serve in the Washington, D.C. North mission, Spanish speaking. Suffice it to say, this was the best and worst experience in my life. And due to some of my mission experiences, one of the reasons why I decided to start this blogging journey (more on this in a later post).
Marriage Is What Brings Us Together Today
I moved several more times and finally met my husband. We were married in the temple when I was 25 years old. I thought that would never happen, I mean getting married, because I never really dated. I can count the number of dates I had been on, on one hand before meeting my hubby. The reasons should be fairly obvious to you by now. At any rate it happened. Yay!
He is my eternal companion. He helps me strive for and do more than I thought I was capable of each day. We have our ups and downs of course, as all couples do, but we love each other and try to hold fast to an eternal perspective. We have an adorable and spunky girl who is 5-years-old. We also have a boy who is clone of my husband, the 2-year-old version, and we are expecting our third in June.
I can honestly say that I never realized how much my parents loved me until I became a mother. The amount of love one may possess for another human being is absolutely amazing and awe-inspiring. It’s hard to explain unless you’ve experienced it for yourself. My sealing in the temple (marriage) and birth of our children have been the best experiences of my life thus far. I highly recommend both!
What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up
After several semesters of various classes (with an emphasis in visual technology/art) at university I finally decided to become a nurse. This was suggested to me by the hubbs. It was a hard decision for me, but with lots of prayer and humility, I applied to a nursing program and was accepted. This was a hectic time in my life. I had just found out that I was pregnant with our first child and I still had to meet many requirements to be eligible for the program. I didn’t want to do it, but I felt like I was being lead down the right path. I am very grateful for the knowledge I have now and am able to use in my personal and professional life. Until recently, I worked part time at a residential treatment facility for adolescents with behavior and substance abuse problems. Let me just say that it was pretty interesting most days and they definitely kept me on my toes.
Lastly and most importantly, I want to share with you an integral part of my life. That is my faith and knowledge of the gospel of Jesus Christ, which was restored in its fullness by divine revelation and guidance. I know that Joseph Smith was the instrument God chose to perform this great and saving work. Through this gospel we can receive the blessings and ordinances of salvation, including being sealed to our spouse and children for time and all eternity. Our Heavenly Father speaks to us today and wants us to come unto Him. He loves us and has shown that love by sending His son to atone for our sins, our sorrows, and our physical pain. We don’t have to suffer if we turn to Him. We cannot know the greatness of the blessings we would receive if we but follow His son on the path of righteousness. He loves us equally and wants to bless us. How good is our God!