Since our start in 2011:
100 + campuses
250,000 + love letters delivered to people in need.
A 60-day notice to vacate greets us one afternoon after work, posted on the door of the home my husband and I have rented and loved for three years. The weekend I hit emotional rock bottom, we found a one-bedroom, overpriced apartment farther down the freeway. We made an appointment. Anthony skipped class to see it, and he paid a holding fee. We found a place to live.
I want to talk to you—the one looking for deeper connections as you walk towards healing. As I’ve struggled with my own mental health, I have found that it is crucial to cultivate friendships with people who ask how I’m doing and pause to listen to my answer.
If we let it, motherhood can unlock a secret door to the humans we were meant to be. You will never find me claiming to be an expert in the field of motherhood. (It would be foolish to do so when each day presents a new opportunity for growth.) But, if you feel that a part of you has been lost in motherhood, take some time to consider just a few ways into the path of finding!
Even after I knew the relationship was toxic, I stayed. Crippling anxiety and self-doubt forbade me from leaving. I sought advice from friends, family, professionals, and blogs. And out of everything I learned, there were four lessons that finally gave me the strength to walk away.
Before, I would gladly sit for hours and allow others’ problems to consume me. I left interactions feeling empty, sick, and like a part of me was missing . . . and I thought I was crazy, because I loved that feeling. Now, I’ve realized that people don’t need me to provide a solution to the problem. They need me to be present while they work through the issue.
As of yesterday, 169 letters have come in, from around 24 states and 3 countries (New Zealand, Canada, Australia)!
However it started, this is what I realized: something as small as a pill could never define your worth.
Where are you making assumptions about how others feel about you? Are lies about your worth infiltrating your mind? In the face of fear, have you forgotten what you were made for?
Guys aren’t supposed to have anxiety disorders. They’re supposed to be logical and analytical. Stoic and serene and somehow bold at the same time. Confident in everything they believe in. Self-assured. 6’5’’ and ripped.
But I’m a guy, and I’m practically none of those things.
When I’m having a hard time, she usually says, “It will be okay in the end, Sarah.”