tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15018879137133790852024-03-12T16:55:33.719-07:00m r . & m r s . b r i g g sm r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-19778486459102800052020-01-08T08:46:00.001-08:002020-01-08T08:47:54.678-08:00Corbin: 6th Birthday<div style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Our baby is 6 today. It’s incredibly bittersweet. It has been so fun to watch him grow and develop such a fun, imaginative personality. He’s our little negotiator who wears us out. He has a million and one ideas each day. Corbin wants you to be happy and is concerned if you are sad. He can be bossy, but I think with developing that trait into a positive one, he’d make a great leader. Everyone he comes in contact with thinks he is just adorable and delight to be around. </div><div style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Corbin makes us laugh everyday. He surprises us with his answers during scripture reading. His prayers are becoming more thoughtful and sincere. </div><div style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">His reading skills are coming along great. He loves to learn. He’s a fast worker when it comes to school. Sometimes a little too fast. Haha! When it comes to technology, the boy has me beat. I’m an 80 year old Amish woman when it comes to technology. (Adams words). </div><div style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Corbin, keep being you. Keep surprising us. Keep growing into the little fun, punk you are. </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: center;"><br>FAVORITES:</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: center;">Color: pink</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: center;">Food: Mac n cheese</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: center;">Animal: giraffes</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: center;">Toy: turbo</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: center;">Book:Shtinky Christmas</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: center;">Movie: Frozen 2</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: center;">Family Activity: playing card games</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: center;">Holiday: Christmas</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: center;">Song: Trigger Warning - Sunshine Skater Kids</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: center;"><div style="margin: 0px;">Outside Activity: Build a Snowman & throwing snowballs </div><div style="margin: 0px;"><br></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><img id="id_bc72_176d_8eca_c575" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/GHkMXLWE9PLv9J7As4hT8fHf446Az1xZmzJkpUSmekJgu_wXaEyHHK5Bgbg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_4c43_96d8_eb15_7f50" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/TwEKVkOCzK4br_bo41XBHgALRtiN0BGDO2GO3ThB9TKACr8Qc3P0tG8pFmg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_6f16_cc78_e5d8_18bd" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/Qglv3SkrFanz-eiOxEUrldIMKVaJHdGxZ9j9_gPAsoN93lRhVF1BZXqm1b8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_2708_863_3d11_bea9" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/j_jR7RmHDDooBDthfOb_H_VGZNmo7yrJE5YzeBQlYN52tIE4y6H8LgMKJVs" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_6ca2_9f8d_4221_6b4" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/wjN5zA4wWvWhdMaF1h6FzAl-Iz9qsG1RyU-JmDWnXPVKV-1TKC4Fx2MHeQM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_2a6b_32cd_1caa_3e57" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/wI3F4Mk0H_Nt_yYf-i2oDjQg91LNGqbvYe1zjJCo8pqLoeo256CFGn4k-fE" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_3cce_530a_8bcd_f3e7" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/RoHTDyTUyGvVybmD0Q22VnbCHGJ2UxivmpxxoeB7UZa1H6VvVHwrItfp_-A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_e0df_aafc_2087_ded2" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/rC7ISSFdxi34x6774Y6AWBE0pYdPARf3gFrL3DZHdM10olzdqs8-sYt2v24" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_b706_98de_ef6f_279a" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/Hvch2VM-mjSXpNTilUs0ksBa_L7PI5vZZhFOXFXqCMhKWF487TvZwmlvCFQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_f472_805e_130_53e5" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/gmm8fdqOBMkvNzKlxvAWdFAKumSnQTp-u6iu09arE0ZOMBbyhfYXwer_ygU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_9284_cd4d_f288_fd39" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/k3zh0jVIaH4Qy80-zWn13JIqkdhhoOzlDm_gQopOgogT8cmh994alVkCw9Y" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_5003_5fd0_cc42_f10f" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/4gRZOMeYYb2XR4cgKvCnSgs-NJ6IPc-Q5lstcKITRYU-PPrSuxzvoKkvhPc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_91e9_9820_28d4_69e9" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/PO_jgNsMzhVSC0dEZmFlEqqhYV_ec_nzpxKTliWb019wiWTRxW8tZTc_X7k" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_fffc_523d_8e3e_d1be" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/vFDZSsSBn0wjhkR2RJkRBqvrzeL_D_S_SEXXASmPhbfpm29nMf_vmu-HuUM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_51b7_e948_c5f3_d085" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/uUMXWUIvi8yNxXWH-QU-cZmokSfGybvDLtzzADYEx-w2xcMkP91WLz27UXM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_b2aa_692_3f47_68f0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/3lEMdkTSNmDbPfNAShYyq5VGV8v6lLp0J4TiCbWXUVbsJnsXN2p8rle7ECQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><br><br></div></div> m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-89641661202277636392019-08-24T10:58:00.002-07:002019-08-24T10:58:35.257-07:00Alister: 7th Birthday<div style="text-align: center;">
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Alister is our little analyst. He loves to figure out how things work. He is a little engineer. We took the boys on a carousel a while back and Adam asked him if he was having fun. He said "Yes!" enthusiastically, "I figured out how we go up and down." looking up at the top watching the mechanism control the horse. So yes, his fun is different than mine or Corbin's. However, Adam likes to know how everything works as well. They are truly similar in many ways. </div>
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Alister is loving yet selective on whom he interacts with. He enjoys making you laugh and making funny faces. Everyone who comes to know him absolutely adores him and his quiet, yet fun energy. </div>
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We get compliments all the time at church on how well behaved he is in class. That he sits and listens and answers questions. That he has some very thoughtful answers. When religion and faith are a huge part of your life, that is one of the best compliments you can receive. </div>
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Alister may have taken his time to learn to crawl, walk and talk (which was hard at the time, but now I'm completely fine with him taking his time) - but he is truly smart and wise for his age. He blows me away at times at what he thinks about and what he spends his time doing. Like any normal boy, he enjoys cars, superheroes and playing outside. But, the activities he spends most of his time on our building legos (and anything else that can be built) and doing puzzles. Alister his incredible with puzzles. It is one of his all time favorite activities to do. He will patiently sit for an hour or more working on a puzzle - or multiple. </div>
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He is genuine in himself. He is a thinker. Always has been. Even as a baby, you could just see the gears quietly turning in his head. He is an awesome big brother. He is an amazing son. He loves his family. He loves Jesus and church.<br />
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Recently, he told me "I love being me." Some of the best words a parent could ever hear.<br />
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Color: Blue</div>
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Animal: Cats</div>
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Toy: Legos</div>
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Book: Dinosaur Finding Book</div>
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Movie: Star Wars</div>
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Holiday: Christmas</div>
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Song: Star Wars Imperial March</div>
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m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-74852818631650726692019-03-11T11:37:00.001-07:002019-03-11T11:37:17.643-07:00Mental Health: KindnessMy mental health posts get the most attraction, that is for sure. I'm glad! I want to help others through what I have learned. Not only is writing about my experiences and lessons I've learned healing for myself, but if I can touch just one heart and soul though my words, well... Even Better.<br />
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Today, I wanted to share an experience I had with my own depressive emotions and an important friend and their depression.<br />
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There I was, laying on the couch, still in my pajamas. I was feeling so tired (thanks daylight savings time) and distant from everything. I had no motivation. All I really wanted was to go back to sleep. Then, I decided to check Instagram. There it was. They answer to my own depression. They key to get me going for the day. A post from my dear friend. They admitted to having felt depressed all weekend and asked for any coping skills and tips from others that may struggle with these severe emotions. I immediately jumped into action. I sent a direct message to my friend first saying how sorry I was they had gone through depression over the weekend. Then I shared some coping skills I've used in the past and some I still use currently. Because everyone is different and there is no one trick wonder. If there were, there would be a lot less depression in the world. They gave a brief "Thank you".<br />
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"Corrinne! Get off your couch and get your act together!" </div>
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I did just that! I literally rolled quickly rolled off the couch and sprung into action. I washed my face, finally ate breakfast and got dressed. These simple acts that can seem and feel so difficult and impossible at times in the midst of depression helped boost my mood completely.<br />
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Now, it's as if I those depressive emotions didn't even exist this morning.<br />
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As I have thought about this experience more through out my day, I realized something. Something so crucial yet so important. The action that really helped to boost my mood was the first action.<br />
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That act of kindness towards someone so important to me. Knowing I helped someone in need of comfort. It was this that truly lifted my spirit, heart and mind.<br />
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I believe that this is my #1 tip to cope with those heavy, severe emotions. Spring into action! You never know who's saving grace you may be that day.<br />
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<i>Mosiah 18:9 "Yea, and are willing to mourn with those that mourn: yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort, and to stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places..."</i><br />
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I will choose to stand with those in need of comfort. The depressed. The anxious. The mourning. And any who The Lord needs me to stand with in time of need. Because no one should have to go through this life alone.<br />
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<br />m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-8534956336410127922019-01-19T18:06:00.000-08:002019-01-19T18:06:07.004-08:00The HolidaysWinter is here and so is the new year. Another year come and gone. The holiday bustle is finally over. I thought I would share a glimpse into our holidays and more importantly, pictures. Let's be real, that's what you really want to see, right?<br />
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Growing up, I use to LOVE Halloween. The spookiness, grimness and dressing up. But, as I've gotten older and have kids of my own, I love and hate it at the same time. It's fun to see the boys dress (and I still do dress up). But I hate the candy aspect. I want to throw that part out the window. Why? Just why? What justifies getting a ton of free candy and eating until we are sick? I don't understand and I'd rather find a new tradition.<br />
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We had Kathy (Adam's mother) and Natalie (my sister) over for Thanksgiving dinner. I cooked the turkey, which was really moist and delicious. But, I don't want to go through all that work anymore. From now on, I'm just going to buy turkey breasts and call that good. Then, the rest of my family came over and brought pies. My favorite part of the Thanksgiving season though, was the Thankful Tree we did this year. I made a chain for each of us. Each day, we took off a chain, wrote something we were grateful for, cut it into a leaf and taped it on our tree. We all loved it. It was kind of a shame to take it down. A tradition to keep going for sure.<br />
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We spent Christmas morning at our house. Plus, we started a new tradition. Adam and I went into the boys room, and before we even went out for gifts, we knelt down in prayer. We prayed for the gratitude of the birth of our Savior and that we may be grateful for all that we were about to receive. It really set the mood and it was one of my favorite parts of the day. We later went to my parents house and opened some gifts there. It was then a very relaxed day and just hanging out. Then we decided to go see the new Spiderman: Into the Spider-verse. Which was awesome. We all loved it. I love Christmas. I love my family.<br />
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Did we stay up until midnight? Of course... not. It is extremely rare for us to do late nights. But, we did buy pizza, breadsticks and cookie dough from Papa Murphy's and watch a movie with the boys. Which was fun and they enjoyed eating on the floor. They still went to bed on time and so did we. And guess what? The new year still came. We are perfectly content with not staying up late and upsetting our bodies and minds just to ring in the new year.<br />
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There you go. Our Holidays. </div>
m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-26053692398111108512019-01-07T09:09:00.000-08:002019-05-20T09:51:59.666-07:00Corbin: 5 Years Old<div>I’m so late in putting this up. Corbin turned 5 on January 8th. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Our baby boy is five years old. Wow... Wow! A lot has happened in his short life time. He has already lived in 4 different states. Indiana, Florida, Utah (for a few months), Idaho and back to Utah.<br>
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I've wanted to write blogs for both our boys each birthday since they were born. I know I haven't been great at it, but I hope to change that from here on out.<br>
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Corbin is our little Irish red head. We get asked a lot if they are brothers. Really? For one, that's not even your business. But, yes they are, thank you. And yes, they even have the same Dad. Yes, I have been asked that before. People are entertaining.<br>
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Corbin has a strong mind. When he wants something, he is pretty determined to get it someway. Usually, he tries negotiation. Yeah, he is his Dads son alright. Adam and Corbin are very similar in personality. They both love fun. If it's not fun, they don't really want to do it. But when something does peak their interest, they want to jump in head first. They both love people and love to interact with them. However, they are selective with whom they interact with and how they spend that energy.<br>
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Corbin is also sensitive. In his own way. He can usually tell when I'm feeling really sad. He will hug me and tell "Mom, I'm going to take care of you." Which usually means giving me a blanket and stuffed animal to hug. He will kiss my cheek and stroke my face.<br>
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He loves to get you to laugh. He makes lots of funny faces and has a very contagious laugh. A smile that brightens your day.<br>
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Corbin can also be pretty impatient at times. When he cries, it tends to be pretty vocal and loud. He can be bossy. But, that's all fine. He is full of ideas and knows what he wants. Perhaps a leader in the making.<br>
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Some of the things I'm most proud of though, is his willingness to pray. When its prayer time, he almost always wants to say it. His growing love for Jesus makes my heart burst. The questions he asks during scripture reading. Saying "I love you" a dozen times a day.<br>
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Corbin is exhausting. But, we love him so much and are proud of this little boy he is growing into.<br>
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Animal: Giraffe</div>
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Movie: Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs</div>
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Family Activity: Going to the Park (Dinosaur Park)</div>
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Holiday: Christmas</div>
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Song: Pancake Manor</div>
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m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-8570799649620529722018-12-30T14:48:00.000-08:002019-01-04T09:16:13.176-08:00CREATE: My view on New Years ResolutionsA new year. New goals. New you. Right? At least, that's what we all hope. This year is MY year. That's what we tell ourselves. And for some, yes, those words come true. But, for many, we fall short of our goals, or we fall back into old habits we may have been trying to break. And then what? We have to feel bad about ourselves, give up and maybe admit that we are incapable of change. Right? Absolutely, not.<br />
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I know the new year is a great time for reflection. Self evaluation. However, that doesn't mean we can't do that any time. In fact, I believe these are important exercises to practice through out the whole year. Why not each month? Each week? Each day, even! If we are only evaluating once a year, we will not make it far and we are stunting progression. We as human beings need to be less harsh on our selves.<br />
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Many of us understand that people are not perfect. That people make mistakes and need time to grow, develop and change. However, we are so quick to judge ourselves and punish ourselves into thinking that we are incapable of change ourselves. That we will not succeed. That we are stupid and not valuable to this world. Why? Why do we do that? We are capable to forgive others but incapable of forgiving ourselves.<br />
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I myself struggle with these negative thoughts and skewed visions of myself. Much of the time, I am unable to see the fascinating qualities that others see in me. I can see good in others, but sometimes, admittedly, I cannot see good in myself. It is a tough trial for me. But, something I continue to work on.<br />
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My cousin posted that her word for 2019 is CREATE. I love that. I think we all could create more in the new year. Create positivity. Create love. Create forgiveness. Create joy. Create light. Create peace. Create fun. Create newness. Create change. Create motivation. Create you. As you can see, I am into the Create word. I think I will adopt it into my own life. I want to create more. More everything, that is good.<br />
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“...meaningful morning prayer is an important element in the spiritual creation of each day--and precedes the temporal creation or the actual execution of the day. Just as the temporal creation was linked to and a continuation of the spiritual creation, so meaningful morning and evening prayers are linked to and are a continuation of each other.”<br />
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m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-4628701134775093922018-10-15T10:25:00.000-07:002018-10-15T10:26:20.322-07:00Social Media Fast & What I LearnedSo I've been on a social media fast for... I don't know, 17 days are so. It's not the first one I've done either. But this time around, since I went even longer, I feel I really learned more from this experience.<br>
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At first, I just really wanted to break the addiction, ya know. The "need" to check it 2 dozen times a day. Mindlessly scrolling with out purpose. Well, that has definitely happened, and I'm so pleased. I feel much more free and I don't just sit there wasting time on social media doing nothing important. However, with out trying, it evolved into so much more. I've learned to not care. Yes. Not care what others think and not care about unimportant pages I once deemed important to myself worth and happiness. Let me expound.<br>
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I use to follow a lot beauty and makeup pages. I spent a lot of time looking and "researching" different makeup brands trying to decide what I might like to try. Becoming obsessed, really. This obsession led to stress, anxiety and short tempers when my boys would keep interrupting my "research". It was a huge time waster and made me disconnect from my reality and check out from that moment. Then, one day, I decided that was enough. I hated that this thing I claimed to love and I thought brought me happiness was actually making me distant from my family. So, I unfollowed all beauty and makeup pages on social media. Including Facebook, Instagram and YouTube. I got rid of these time wasters. These anxiety builders. The result? Priceless. I no longer worry and fret over these meaningless and unnecessary things. These worldly things that really don't add value to my life. Not only do they not add value but they take away from the true value of my life. And that is not worth it. So what am I doing with makeup now?<div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Makeup Obsessed<br><div><br></div><div><img id="id_f0c_bc19_2806_2df1" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TSH-hFs48uE/W8TNOQ9lB3I/AAAAAAAAPlk/ku5OQyN7Q3Q0zsktTBfVRwxHZBhSIv-WACHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><br>Priorities Straight </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_c2e7_dc12_3929_abf5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uuTAS-YK_a8/W8TNOdFCPMI/AAAAAAAAPlo/7XLclG9aIlk8a317qvjKeFlwMLHglD22wCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><br>
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I'm finishing up what I own right now. I'm not buying anything new that doesn't need replacing. Then, once I start finishing products up, I'll determine if I even want to purchase something new or if I want to go a different direction with my makeup look. But, back to the important part of this post.<br>
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I've learned that anything can become an obsession. And not in a good way. Think about it. Think really hard about your own life. Are there things in your own life that you put a lot of time and energy and maybe money into that really doesn't hold important value? That is actually causing you unnecessary stress or anxiety? Is making you short tempered with others? Does it make you disconnect from those around you and make you miss living in the moment? I'm serious. Really think about it. Ponder it. Pay attention. Pray about it. And if there is, then ditch it. Make drastic changes. I promise, that it will make a difference. It may be hard at first but it is worth it.<br>
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I also talked about how I have learned to not worry about what others think so much on social media. I don't worry about posting certain things anymore because who really cares? I want to only post about what really matters to me. That would be my family and the gospel. My testimony in Jesus Christ and His gospel. These are the truly important things that bring true value to my life. Not knowing what others are up to and what they picture perfect life looks like. Because that's the thing about social media. You get to pick and choose what people know and what they don't know. You can edit your life to make it seem like you have life figured out and have no real problems. How exhausting.<br>
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So yes. Getting off of social media for a time has really helped me refocus on what is truly valuable in my life. What I really want and need to put my focus towards. And it's not makeup. It's my family. My relationship with my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. Learning all I can about this life. Teaching my boys to be amazing men. Working on talents and developing new skills. Becoming the best version of me. Being a Daughter of Heavenly Father. Being His disciple. Sharing these truths with everyone I know.<br>
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Again, please, take the time to re-evaluate your own life. Determine what is truly important and what really brings value to your life. Be mindful of it all. Make changes that need to be made. Concentrate on what matters. Re-devote yourself to your loving Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ.</div></div>m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-17402332475647262018-09-29T11:33:00.001-07:002018-09-29T11:33:07.886-07:00Letting Others KnowLetting others know about your problems can be a real challenge for some. Especially if you tend to be a private person. Believe me, I get it. It took me a long time to open up about certain things. Experiences that were hurtful and shaped me into a broken person. It took me a very long time to accept that emotionally, I needed help. Some repairing needed to be done. Then, it took longer to finally set aside my pride and start seeing a counselor. After that, the most amazing thing began to happen. I started to heal.<br />
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That's right! HEAL. Yes, it was very small pieces at a time - and don't get me wrong, it really hurt sometimes. Was it worth it? Absolutely. I began to understand myself a bit more. I learned why I did certain things that seemed strange. Why I thought certain things. Why it was so hard for me to just let go, be happy, fully trust myself and anyone else. It is a process that is for sure. Plus, I don't think I'm done. But that's ok. I accept that about myself.<br />
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After seeing my first counselor, I began writing blogs about my experiences. About my emotional and mentally abusive relationship from high school. About some of my experiences with depression and anxiety. I began to open up even more and letting people know that we all have our own set of problems. No one is perfect. There is no shame in that!<br />
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Now that we are on that topic, I have something thing to say.<br />
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No one is perfect. Absolutely not. No matter how beautiful and staged their instagram may look. How flawless they Seem right out of bed. Their picture perfect makeup and manicured hands. It all seems too good to be true, right? That's because it is guys. No ones life is picture perfect. That's just what they want you to see. What you don't see, is how much work went into all of it. The filters used. The editing. Maybe even the tears that were shed due to their own anxiety. Or the mask they put on for a picture because they feel numb inside. Mayne they themselves are having relationship problems or struggling with addiction. Of course, that's not always the case. However, just remember, when you're scrolling through someones perfectly edited page, they are not perfect.<br />
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Since opening up, it has allowed me to help others. I have had people reach out to me at times, telling me how much they love what I write because it helped them or even someone else they know, so much. It helped them feel less alone.<br />
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For example, recently, like sometime last week, I had a panic attack. In the shower while Adam was at work. Thankfully, I was able to calm myself down. Miracle its self, really. Then, a few hours later, I felt inspired to share this with a friend. Even though I wasn't sure as to why I should do this, I did it anyway. Thank you, Holy Spirit. They then expressed how grateful they were to me for sharing this with them because they didn't know I struggled with anxiety and panic attacks to the same extent that they do. They were so grateful to know that they were not alone and that someone they know understands.<br />
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I was so grateful that I listened to that still small voice. I am so grateful that I could help a friend know that they are not alone. Because we are not alone. We never have to be alone. But I understand the feeling. Sometimes, that anxiety and depression makes you feel utterly alone - and it hurts. A lot. Even I sometimes forget, that there is always one person who truly knows and understands that pain I am feeling. Because He felt it, too. My Savior, Jesus Christ. He felt all our pain. All of it.<br />
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Opening up has allowed me to be more candid with people. I'm no longer afraid to share with others that I have these types of struggles with anxiety and depression. You never know who you might help by opening up and letting others know. Plus, it helps you as well. It helps me. I have become so much more accepting of myself and not ashamed of my problems. Because they are NOT MY FAULT. They are not who I am. They do not define me. My anxiety, my depression, my struggles with self-esteem. They are not what makes me, me. They are just the trials I've been given in this life. Weaknesses that I work to make strengths. I know that may sound weird but it's true. I work on these weaknesses so I can help others. To that makes them a strength.<br />
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Remember, you are not alone. You are loved. You have a loving Heavenly Father. A Savior who knows all your pain. Because He has felt it. He died for you. That is how loved you truly are. If you are struggling with something, anything, I invite you to start Letting Others Know. Allow your own healing to begin<br />
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<br />m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-33255592918241609732018-06-18T17:56:00.000-07:002018-06-18T17:56:57.477-07:00MotherhoodMotherhood. The best job of all. Why? Because its a divine role. One that I cherish and love and feel blessed to have. Now, I have to confess something though. I didn't always think this way. Growing up, being a mom was not at the top of my priority list. So, let's go back in history a but.<br />
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As a child, I didn't really dream of having babies of my own. I didn't grown up thinking of having my own family. I never pretended to be getting married. I didn't dream of my wedding. Quite the opposite, really.<br />
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I dreamed of going to college and becoming a professional and the best in whatever field I chose. Astronaut. Paleontologist. Veterinarian. Then as I got into high school, dancing took over my life. I lived and breathed dancing. It was my favorite thing to do and I wanted to prove that I could be one of the best at my school. Even though I did not grow up dancing. And children? Well, the thought got farther and farther from my mind.<br />
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I didn't grow up babysitting, I didn't have little siblings. I didn't like kids. Heck, I didn't understand kids my own age. As a teen, I thought most teens my age were immature. Then, I graduated high school.<br />
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My senior year in high school, I suffered from severe depression and anxiety. (You can read more about that in my, Let's Talk: Mental & Emotional Abuse). So, by the time I graduated, I was lost and had no clue what I wanted to do with my life. I didn't really want to go to college yet, but felt like I had to because that was the next natural step... right? Well, shortly before college started, on August 10th, 2008 - I met Adam. In that moment, my life changed for the better. Little did I know that I would marry Adam only a year later, August 10th, 2009. I was 19 years old and still unsure of children. Thankfully, Adam wasn't ready to have kids right away either. But, over time, God worked on me, to prepare me for the desire to want children.<br />
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This shift came gradually so that when we decided to try and have children, it wasn't completely terrifying. In fact, it was exciting. Well, God blessed us with Alister right away. As my due date got closer, I because terrified. Petrified, really. I wasn't sure I would be good at being a mom. Why? Because I didn't know a thing about children. I had never held a newborn before. I was terrified that I wouldn't have maternal instincts. What if I was a terrible mother? What if I hated my baby? Resented it for changing my life? What if (anxiety) ruled over me for a time. But, then, I held my baby Alister for the first time. For a moment all that fear melted away and peace and love filled my heart and soul. Here he finally was, in my arms. All the pain and struggles I endured during pregnancy - it was worth it. He was worth it. And I would do it all over again for my babies. Because in that moment, a shift happened inside of me. Inside my soul. I became a mother.<br />
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Now, I know that there has been and still is a learning curve for me. But, to my surprise, motherhood and maternal instincts came a lot more naturally to me then I could have ever imagined. And I know why. It's my divine role, given to me by Heavenly Father. He needed me to be a mother to these two precious boys. Me. Scared little me. He knew that if I came to him and put my faith into him, that I could be a strong, loving mother. I am so grateful for his trust in me. I could not imagine my life being a different way. I love motherhood. I love being a mom. </div>
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I am so blessed to able to be a stay-at-home-mom. It's the best job there is for me. It's not always easy. In fact, it's quite hard. But, that's ok. They still love me. Even on hard days. I love it. Let's list things I love about it.<br />
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- Random "I love you" through out the day.<br />
- Listening to them sing songs in their room.<br />
- Their want and willingness to help around the house.<br />
- Their laughter.<br />
- Hugs.<br />
- Kisses.<br />
- Going to the church parking lot to ride bikes.<br />
- Seeing different creations with blocks and Legos.<br />
- Hearing them pray.<br />
- Hearing questions about the scriptures while were reading.<br />
- Restaurants are called "Dinner Stores".<br />
- Doing school work on the living room floor.<br />
- Their unconditional love.<br />
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Chin up, buttercup. You're doing great. Keep your faith in Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. Pray often. Keep loving yourself. You got this. You have the most wonderful and important job there is in this world. God is on your side. God loves you and wants you to succeed. So keep the faith. Stand tall but don't forget to go to your knees in humble prayer. Remember to love your motherhood.</div>
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m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-66798600625881504652018-06-17T12:20:00.001-07:002018-06-17T12:20:24.849-07:00100This is blog number 100!<br />
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Wow, kind of hard to believe that I've written that many and you haven't gotten sick of me yet.<br />
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So, as I sit here, contemplating on what to write number 100 on, I can't help but think, why. Why do I continue to write? Is it really helpful to anyone? Or, is it only therapeutic for me? Is it worth continuing?<br />
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I continue to write because I love it. Especially because when I write, I almost feel some kind of inspiration and words just flow out onto the keyboard. I'm not much of creative writer, except poetry which I haven't done in years. But, writing about my life, writing about my family and writing about my opinions and my faith in Jesus Christ. There is still a sense of freedom to be me through written words.<br />
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I believe it's helpful for others because they have told me so. I have received personal messages before for thanks on specific posts. I'm not bragging, but it certainly is a motivator to keep going.<br />
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It is definitely therapeutic for me. It is calming and freeing to write what is on my mind. I learn about myself when I write. So, really, I should do it more often.<br />
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Worth continuing? Absolutely. I not only write for me, but for others. Like I mentioned, when I write I feel inspiration. What I mean by that, is I feel lead by the Lord. I am certain that there are certain blogs I've written, mostly my ones on mental health, that He lead me to write. Because I didn't want to at first. But I kept feeling this push in my soul to write them. And people responded well to those. I believe my Savior loves it when I share my testimony through my blogs. I always feel peace when I do it. In fact, I think I'll do that now.<br />
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To my audience, I want to share with you my testimony of a loving Heavenly Father. I am confident in my heart, mind and soul that He is real. He is watching over us. He loves each and everyone of us. I witness that Jesus Christ is our Savior. He did die for us upon a cross that we might be able to live with him again. He longs for us to come Home. I believe that the Holy Ghost, if we invite him, will be our constant companion. Those little quiet thoughts you have to say or do something kind for someone else, that is the Holy Ghost. Listen to him. Because you never know what kind of influence you have on their life. I believe in the power of prayer. That even when we can't feel God's spirit, He is listening. When we pray in faith, powerful experiences can happen. Miracles. I believe in The Book of Mormon. That it's words are true and that Joseph Smith translated them for us to use today. I believe Joseph Smith saw God the Father and His Son, Jesus Christ in a grove. I believe that I am a daughter of God. That He loves me and that He loves you. I say these things, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.<br />
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m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-12493993526173968642018-06-15T10:49:00.001-07:002018-06-15T12:14:35.851-07:00Let Boys Be Boys<div dir="ltr">
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Years ago it was normal, natural and expected for men to be men and women to be women. Boys to be boys and girls to be girls. Each gender (because yes, there are only two genders), had their roles and it was perfectly harmonious.<br />
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So, I don't get it. Why do the girls get to have Girl Scouts completely to them selves, but boys no longer get Boy Scouts to them selves? It think its wrong and unacceptable that we have taught girls to feel like if they aren't included in everything that the boys are doing, then they are being oppressed. I'm sorry, but that is completely selfish. Why as women, do you feel like you have and need the right to take away mens rights? Both genders need a place where they can spend time with just the same gender, allowing them to be completely themselves.<br />
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As a mother of two boys, you better believe this is upsetting to me. My boys have to grow up in a world where women will disrespect them just for being a man. They are growing up in a world where the media makes men seem dimwitted, lazy, incompetent, stupid and quiet frankly, useless. It's ludicrous really. For centuries, men have been the protectors and providers. What is so wrong with that now? I just don't get it. I, personally, am completely accepting of this role. I love that my husband does all he can to provide for my family and thinks of ways to help protect us if and when needed. I love my own role and feel very blessed that I get to be a stay at home mom. That I get to nurture, teach, play and love my boys all day. (I'll probably write a separate post about that soon).<br />
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Now that The Boys Scouts of America are dropping the "Boy" in their name and accept girls, we are not putting our boys into the scouting program. Call sexist or whatever other nasty name you choose, but I'm serious. My husband can teach them the necessary skills they would have learned in scouts. I will just have to find other ways to help my boys have boy time as they grow up. And I mean, boy time. Even with out me around, because I truly do think that it is important for them.<br />
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m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-77617400217580181462018-02-19T08:18:00.000-08:002018-02-19T08:18:02.567-08:00Roller Coaster Stress & BlessingsI probably should have picked a different analogy for this because I actually really love roller coasters. But it works so whatever.<br />
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Life is like a roller coaster. Full of ups and downs. Loops and corkscrews. It's just the way it's meant to be. Life wasn't made to be easy. That's why we have good and evil. Wrong and right. Light and darkness. You get the idea. Life is hard.<br />
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But guess what? You don't have to go at it alone. Isn't that awesome! Even at our hardest moments, if we would just kneel and pray. Talk to your Father in Heaven. He will listen. He may not answer right away or give you the answer you want but just hold on. I promise He listens. He answers our prayers and knows our greatest desires.<br />
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Over the past couple of years, we have moved from Indiana to Florida and Florida to Idaho. These are not easy moves. If you've ever moved such far distances then you understand.<br />
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I've mentioned before that moving from Indiana was a hard move due to the fact that we loved it there. Adam loved his job, his calling at church, our home, neighbors and friends. We loved everything about it. We felt completely blessed in our lives. But we gave that up to move to Florida to help family. A humbling sacrifice.<br />
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Florida was a trial. Yes, we made good memories and we really liked the area of Orlando that we lived in. But it was big change and many things changed even more while we were there. Personal changes and spiritual changes happened in family members. Changes and choices were made that were hard to witness. But, like I said, we did make some good memories. Many around the dinner table, going to Cocoa Beach, days at Universal Studios and a trip to the Keys. These moments will live in our hearts with fondness.<br />
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Our decision to move back to Idaho also came with family reasons. One of the biggest reasons was for Adam's father, Bob. Whom as you may or may not know, has Alzheimer's. We decided it would be best to bring him back here since this is where he was born and grew up. He has lots of long term memories here and there are some family members in Rexburg. It's where he will be buried when he passes. It seemed the logical thing to do for longterm purposes. I still believe that to this day. Last week Bob was placed in a caring facility. It's a sorrowful process but is necessary at this time. When someone as young as Bob was when he was diagnosed with this terrible disease, it takes you fairly swiftly. The process went much more smoothly then anticipated which is a huge blessing. God has truly looked over our family and listened to our pleads and prayers.<br />
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A couple of months ago around the same time the decision came to place Bob in a home, Adam and I both felt strongly that our time here in Idaho was coming to an end. We both had the idea of going back to St. George and going back to Dixie State. After this thought things just starting falling into place to allow such a move. Blessings have just lined up and I'm so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father.<br />
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So there you have it! We are moving back to St. George, Utah. We leave Idaho February 28th and begin a new chapter in our life.<br />
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Listen, God loves you. He does listen. God knows what we need and when we need it. He knows you better then anyone. God is rooting for you. So don't give up. Be patient. Keep living your life to the best of your ability. Keep faith and hope. God won't abandon you. You are not alone. Keep cheerful and keep looking forward. Each day is a gift. Something to learn each day. Keep an open mind so God can fill it with thoughts of hope and happiness.m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-61829981557472771042018-01-01T10:19:00.001-08:002018-01-01T10:19:53.841-08:002018: New Beginnings The past couple of years have been very hard. In February 2016 we left our home in Fort Wayne Indiana. It was a necessary move. But the hardest move, no doubt. Then in March 2017, we moved from Florida to Idaho. These past couple of years have been filled with lots of personal trials and lessons. I could write about these tales of woes but it seems highly unnecessary at this point to wallow in the past.<br />
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This year, I am looking forward with hope and faith that this year will be a great year. One filled with new beginnings, adventure, growth and memories.<br />
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This year, I want to focus even more on my family. Becoming even more dedicated to them. Becoming more dedicated to my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. Dedicating my time and energy to become a better version of myself. And I'm excited!<br />
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Less screen time<br />
More time working on skills, talents and hobbies<br />
More time focused on my boys<br />
More time focused on my husband<br />
More time dedicated to my faith<br />
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To 2018 and new beginnings. May we love what comes our way. May we learn from trials and allow growth. May we become better versions of ourselves.m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-91935112586645401122017-09-03T20:19:00.002-07:002017-09-03T20:19:42.469-07:00Counseling Earlier this Summer, I started seeing a counselor again. For the first time since leaving Indiana. Was I nervous? You better believe it. Scared of discovering that I was crazier than I thought. Discovering that I WAS crazy as I felt. That maybe there was some mental disorder that had gone unchecked and would be finally diagnosed. Believe me, the "What ifs" were endless and relentless. The fear and stress seemed to creep into every thought. Even the thought of having to be on Anti-Depressants terrified me. (There is nothing wrong with modern medicine. I know it works wonders for others and that is awesome. I just have etched in stone thoughts on medicine for myself.) I was fearful that all these fears would become true and that I would feel even more unfit to be the mother of my beautiful boys and unworthy to be my husbands wife. Irrational fears? Yes. But fears nonetheless that consumed me inside. Darkness was all I felt and the only future I could see.<br />
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Then came my first appointment. I remember my heart racing as I sat in that waiting room. Wondering what kind of information, what new Corrinne would come out of that counselors room. Then, a middle aged man came out and called my name. He shook my hand and introduced himself. (We will call him Andy). I could barely look at him as we shook hands and said our hellos. I followed him to the end of the hallway to his office. It was small but quant. We sat down and he started to ask some questions, to get to know me and understand why I was there. What my goals were and what I wanted to get out of counseling. My test score was pretty high, indicating i was in a state of severe depression (again). (For those of you who do not know, when you go to see a counselor, you take a sort of test. One you answer truthfully. This helps indicate what type of mental state you are currently in and what may need to happen to better it.) That was fairly upsetting but no surprise, really. I knew I was in poor shape.<br />
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I sat in a large, comfy chair holding a pillow close to my chest the whole time we talked. As we started digging into my fears, worries and sorrows that still haunted me to that day for the past ten years, tears flowed from my face. I felt vulnerable and exposed. Here I was pouring out my heart to a man I had just met and for some reason I felt - Safe. Safe? It was unexpected. But I wanted to welcome it. I wanted to continue to sob and utter all my deepest feelings and thoughts. By the time it was over, I was still crying. The receptionist who rescheduled me saw me in tears but I could still sense her sympathy as I parted from the building. And even though, I felt exposed and raw - I couldn't wait to go back. To feel that safety again and be in a place of no judgement. I longed for it. Thinking, I needed it.<br />
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Could it be that this was the answer? The answer to all my pleas in prayer form. Prayers that felt like they were hitting a lead ceiling just floating there never to reach heaven. I believe it was. It is.<br />
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God was still there. He had been listening. Not only listening, He had been with me the whole time. Sitting with me as I prayed. Sorrowing over His daughter who hurt so much she felt numb. It seems impossible, to hurt so much and be numb at the same time. But its what I felt. Constantly. And so, to have my eyes begin to open to the love that my Father in Heaven had for me and all He had done for me - it was humbling beyond words.<br />
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Over the next several weeks, I went back. Back to my safe Haven. Back to shed more tears and pour out my thoughts and feelings to Andy. Then something remarkable began to happen. I learned. I learned about myself. Realizations hit me. Connections from my past to present were made. My instinctual behaviors began to make sense. Why I thought the was I did. Why I acted in these peculiar ways. It started to add up and you know what? It was exciting. Here I was, 27 years old and finally understanding certain behaviors I had portrayed for as long as memory had served me. I was finally understanding - me. One thing I had wanted for so many years but could never grasp was becoming reality. If you have ever experienced this - discovering yourself - then you know the surreal joy that comes from it. By no means am I at a Masters Degree on myself yet, but I am continuing to learn. And I hope I never forget.<br />
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Fast forward to now. Andy has told me that I can be done with counseling. What? Admittedly, that thought scares me. Which, of course, I expressed. So we agreed that I should book an appointment for a month out and see how the next month goes. If I feel I need to go back in for one last time, I will. If not, I can cancel. How did I even get to this point? Is that what your wondering? I know. I wondered the same thing. Well, I woke up. I kept an open mind and was willing to learn. I accepted who I was and where I was and decided I could be better. I could be happier. I needed to be happier. I wanted to be happier. So what did I learn? Well, here's a few things that maybe will help you.<br />
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I learned how to catch negative thoughts, process and assess them appropriately and turn them into positive thoughts instead. This is huge. This was the first thing I began to learn from Andy. I started learning this in our second appointment and have practiced since.<br />
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I then learned (without realizing it right away), that its ok to put up boundaries. Physical, mental and emotional. For me, this meant letting go of toxic relationships. Not letting myself be exposed to certain people who have hurt me in the past over and over again. Boundaries have become very important to me and it's something I intend to continue to practice as the years go on. But, you have to do this appropriately. You can't just shut yourself out barricading yourself away. Appropriate boundaries.<br />
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The other important lesson I really learned was that I do not need the approval of all others. Just those who are most important to me. And I identify who those individuals are and then let the opinions of everyone else go. Is this easy? No, it takes effort. I had to tell myself over and over that "I don't care what you think." This has allowed me to slowly start to be a more genuine me. And let me tell you something. All of these lessons have been absolutely freeing. Liberating. I feel lighter. And these feelings and lessons are enough for me to keep a close eye on myself. To not allow myself to sink back into the darkness that consumed me just some weeks ago.<br />
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This is not to say I won't struggle. I know I'll have down days. My depression and anxiety still come some days without warning. Somedays its still hard to pull myself up. However, it has gotten easier. And I know, the more I practice the easier it will become.<br />
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Remember you're not alone. God is listening. Heck, He weeps over your sorrows with you. I know with out God, I couldn't have gotten to this point. I'm certain that I saw Andy and not someone else because he was the one who could help me best and God knew that before I did. I love my Savior and I'm so grateful for His patience, love and guidance. I'm grateful for Andy and his counsel, friendship and the way he laughed when I got incredibly animated as I talked to him at times. I'm grateful for LDS services. I'm grateful for my Bishop who gave me the referral so I could go to LDS services. I'm grateful for my husband, Adam. For his love, support and faith in me. He has always seen a strong woman in me and has always know I could be that strong woman. Thank you for never giving up on me. I'm grateful for my parents and their understanding and support as I went through counseling. And again, I'm most grateful for my Savior. For His love and guidance in all of this growing I have done this past summer.<br />
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Remember, you are not alone.m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-25461208039579877082017-05-18T09:30:00.002-07:002017-05-18T09:30:49.012-07:00Back to BasicsYesterday, I had the opportunity to help a couple of close friends by listening and giving advice. Sometimes, that advice just comes, like they aren't my words at all. I think times like that is when there is something for both of you to learn. Which is so awesome. I believe its the Lords way of having you help someone in need and helping yourself to grow and learn. So, what did I learn yesterday? I learned the "Back to Basics" concept.<br />
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What is it? Well, I didn't know until I typed it out in a text message like I knew what I was talking about, HA! But it helped my friend. And it helped me. In this example, its to remind us mothers that we are good and worthy of our children. But I believe you apply this to any situation.<br />
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So take a deep breathe. Pray out loud and try to feel that validation you need that you ARE ENOUGH through your Father in Heaven. Ask for forgiveness for your shortcomings. And remember, there is time for improvement. Every. Single. Day. You got this. I know it.<br />
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But earlier, I posted a picture of the temple, saying be need to let our light shine. Don't let the shadows entice into thinking they hold truths when all that lurks there are puppet masters. This is the same thing. Anxiety and depression, they are trying to led me to these shadows, trying to convince me that these whispers of deceit are truths. But they. Are. Lies. And I know it! But still I step too close to the shadows! Why? Because I'm imperfect. Because I'm human. But thankfully, my Savior IS Perfect. </div>
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Anxiety manifests itself in many ways and the way we cope varies from person to person and sometimes from day to day. But no matter what, I know I have my Savior. He hasn't left. He hasn't forgotten. He loves me. And He is ready to fight for me and with me. </div>
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m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-77786004369326470752017-01-26T10:33:00.001-08:002017-01-26T12:08:40.492-08:00The Book Of MormonLast Year, while I was 25, I read The Book Of Mormon in 90 days. It was the first time in my life that I had ever read it all the way through by myself. I felt so accomplished. I did it! It was surreal to feel the Holy Ghost bear witness to me that what I had read, was indeed true. <div><br></div><div>Now, I had always had a small, basic testimony that The Book Of Mormon was true. Based on my testimony of Joseph Smith being a prophet and translating it. But I needed it to be stronger then it was - something I could truly lean on in times of struggle. And reading it like that gave me a glimpse of what my testimony could be. And I crave for it to be stronger. </div><div><br></div><div>After moving to Florida, my habits became out of whack. It was a distracting time and a lot was going on that was stressful and out of our control. It was extremely difficult at times. </div><div><br></div><div>Well, last September (maybe, not totally sure) I began to read the scriptures to the boys at bed time. After they were all tucked into bed I would read a chapter or two. And it quickly became a habit that they needed, too. And so, I of course, continued to read to them. Every night. And now, it's a set in stone habit. </div><div><br></div><div>Now, I'm back in Utah. And since being here, I have been able to physically feel my spirituality grow and strengthen. My understanding of the Book of Mormon has become more clear. I can imagine it in my mind more fully then ever before. I have felt the spirit bear witness to me that these words are true, over and over again. I love it. </div><div><br></div><div>I love to feed my soul and search for a better understanding. I love feeling the physical growth of my spirit. Something I've never really understood before. But I crave it now. I need it. And I am so grateful to my Father in Heaven and my Savior for my experiences. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_bef0_9029_7503_2530" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yH5oxqxB8mI/WIpBEDKa-dI/AAAAAAAAOJM/rIjPEW8WoPk/%25255BUNSET%25255D.png" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 298px; height: auto;"> <br></div>m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-82256240827238086622017-01-19T08:17:00.001-08:002017-01-19T08:17:39.833-08:00Wandering SpiritIf you know me, you most likely know I grew up in the St. George area of Southern Utah. Growing up, I struggled with the strong pull to want to leave and wander the America land. I desperately wanted to Boston and Chicago. Visit Yellowstone, the Rockies and Niagara Falls. See rolling hills and golden wheat farms. Experience all the Church sites I could. Feel the spirit and pray in the Sacred Grove. <div><br></div><div>Well, none of these happened growing up which in turn developed a distain for the red rocks and mountains. Cactus and heat. I longed for four seasons. </div><div><br></div><div>Then, at the naive age of eighteen, I met Adam. As I got to know him more, I learned that he grew up doing the things and seeing all the places I wanted to see and visit and experience. (No, he was not a military child. His dad was a choir director). I was both intrigued and envious. </div><div><br></div><div>Fast forward and we're married. Shortly after getting married, we moved to Idaho. I got to see the Tetons, Yellowstone, Island Park, Jackson Hole and amazing ice caves. </div><div><br></div><div>We've also now lived in Indiana wear I got to see rolling hills in Iowa and golden wheat fields all around. Unfortunately, we didn't make it to Chicago or Niagara. Or other places that weren't too far, but one day. I'm sure. </div><div><br></div><div>There was also Florida where we got to visit the beach and experience the Keys. </div><div><br></div><div>Needless to say, my life has been full of adventure these past seven and a half years. My wandering spirit has been satisfied to some degree. (I don't think a wandering spirit can ever be guilt satisfied). But I have enjoyed our adventures and the memories. </div><div><br></div><div>Now, we are back in St. George, Utah for a time. And I now have a new found love and appreciation for the beauty it holds here for the red rocks and surrounding mountains. Even the cactus and desaturated desert plants. I still don't like the heat though. Thank goodness it's winter. I love being here. I know I'm suppose to be here right now. I feel it when I'm among this nature and hear the crunch of the earth beneath my boots. When I feel the cold air on my skin. 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A lot was talked about, including anxiety for a short time. For myself, realizing that I deal with anxiety didn't come to light until this summer after a panic attack. So pretty recent - and the more I've thought about the more I realize it ps been around as long as I can remember, just like my depression. It became even more apparent while I was at the fireside. The speaker taught us that people with anxiety disorder ask the "what if" question a lot. <br />
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Whoa. That hit home. "What If"? - I do that. A lot. The example I thought of right away was in my relationship with Adam. Especially when I have something important to talk to him about.<br />
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I begin to think of worst case scenarios where we end fighting, arguing and hurtful words are said that can't be taken back. The emotions I experience through these terrible imaginations feel completely real that at times I can literally feel a panic attack emerging to the surface. I have to slow down, take a step back and continually tell myself that this imaginary, angry Adam I've made up in my head, is not real. I have been doing this for as long as can remember with not only Adam but others I love and care about in life. Family, friends, teachers and countless others. It is literally, the way my brain reacts to stress.<br />
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Surprisingly, I felt compelled to share some of these thoughts to dozens of strangers at this fireside. My heart was racing and then my hand was up in the air and words starting spilling out. When I was done sharing, I couldn't believe what I had just done. Ironically, my anxiety was high for about the next hour.<br />
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For myself, and many others, anxiety is not just a thought process of ridiculous scenarios that aren't going to happen but it is a feeling that overtakes my entire body at times. I feel it - intensely. It consumes the body as if its pulsing through my veins. My heart is pounding and my mind is racing. My hands shake and my words stutter. Its hard to cope with at times but I'm usually able to get out of it by myself some way. Music tends to help a lot.<br />
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If you don't deal with anxiety, it's likely you know someone who does. You may be wondering or have wondered in past. I can't tell you how to fix someone, because honestly you can't. But I can tell you how to help. Don't seek out to fix the problem. Sympathize. And if you can empathize, all the better. But don't talk to them to try and fix what is wrong. We just need to know that you're listening. That you care. Tell us you know its hard. That what we are going through must suck. Tell us we're strong. That you believe in us. That we are capable. When we feel alone and that no one truly understands what we are going through, tell us - tell us that's not true. If there is one thing we should believe, it is that we are not alone. That there is one who knows our exact pain, sorrow and the feeling of being incapable of handling our own emotions. That one is, Christ.<br />
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Jesus Christ felt every kind of sorrow, loneliness, ailment, hopelessness and all other earthly pain we endure in the garden of Gethsemane. Our loving Savior has perfect empathy. When we forget, we need to remind each other of his perfect love.<br />
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Anxiety is difficult. Crippling at times. It shouldn't be disregarded as an attention grabber. Those who suffer from anxiety, you've probably had at least one experience where you opened up about your anxiety to someone. Maybe it was the first time so they could be informed or maybe you told them in the moment you were feeling anxiety take control. And they said "Well don't." "Stop it." Get over it."<br />
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But remember, if we try, it can get better. Maybe we won't be cured in this life time, but we can feel better. We can take control. Maybe not alone. We need help. So get on your knees often and plead for the Savior to watch over you. To help day by day until one day, you will feel His strength in your life.<br />
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In the month of gratitude, work hard to find that joy in your trials. Seek out what you are grateful for in this life. Thank your Father in Heaven. Let's make our weaknesses become strengths with our Saviors help. One day at a time.<br />
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m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-1265137591021649522016-11-09T05:36:00.001-08:002016-11-09T05:36:28.699-08:00Gratitude in Dark MomentsThis morning I have seen a lot of negativity floating around, mainly on FaceBook, due to the election. To be honest, it's quite tiring. So, in hopes to shed some light and hope in this moment of darkness for many, I want to share my gratitude.<br />
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Adam, my dear husband. My most true friend. You have always tried to understand me for who I am. From the first time we met, you have shed your light upon me - lifted me up with your spiritual thoughts and hope. You have let me discover who I am for myself - even though, you've always understood what kind of person I am. Our friendship is one that only comes once or twice in a life time. And I'm so grateful to be my best friends wife. Adam, you are truly an example to me. Your hard work and humility are wonderful to witness. I wonder in awe at your knowledge of gospel principles and doctrines. One of my favorite things to watch is you playing with our boys. Helping them discover something new. Kneeling with them at prayer at night. Giving them hugs when they need comfort. Showing them how to respectfully treat and love your wife. I'm grateful for your worthiness to give me blessings when I need comfort and guidance. I love going to the holy temple of our Savior with you and feel of His spirit with you by my side. I love you, Adam. Not just until the end, but through the eternities.<br />
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Alister, everyone you come into contact with, you bring joy into their life. They always tell us how much they enjoy your loving personality. People are surprised with your polite attitude. And you always seem to know how to make others laugh. From a very young age, like 3 months old, you have loved to make others smile and laugh. Your personality is similar to my own, so it times, I know it is hard for us to understand one another. But your example of love and forgiveness and acceptance is beautifully pure. I hope and pray that you will always be this way. I have so many wonderful memories of just you and me. Taking you for walks on lovely fall mornings in Cedar City. Rocking you to sleep when you first came home and feeling scared because I had never held a newborn until I had you. I knew nothing about babies or how to raise one. I was terrified that I would not be a good enough mother for you. I still worry about it. But you taught me what it was to truly love someone before even knowing them. You gave me a glimpse of Charity.<br />
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Corbin, from the moment you were born, I knew you would be like your father. I knew that you and I would have an easier time understanding each other because of it. I don't think there's anything wrong with this - it is just that way. You have fiery personality. One that I think makes you a little misunderstood. But, that's alright, you just feel a lot and have a lot to say. You know what you want and aren't afraid to voice it. I admire that about you. You seem to have a special love for being outdoors. Your example of wanting me to read "The Jesus Book" (The Book of Mormon) each night has helped my own love for the scriptures grow immensely stronger over the last couple of months. You too, make others happy with your vibrancy and talkative personality. While bringing you home was less scary, I worried that I wouldn't know how to divide my time equally between you and your brother. Especially because your a mommas boy. (Which I love). But watching you grow to love and admire your big brother has been nothing but joyous.<br />
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You two can and will do great things for others in this world. Both individually and together. Keep the Lord close, pray often and always read the scriptures with purpose. The Lord with never forsaken you or leave you to wonder alone if you heed to his words. Both through scriptures and His prophets.<br />
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My family and the restored gospel of my Savior, Jesus Christ are the things I am most grateful for in this life. They make my life full and bring light into my own dark moments.<br />
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I love you all so much.m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-12988513642586522942016-09-30T17:16:00.000-07:002016-09-30T17:16:08.915-07:00It Doesn't Have To Be That Bad<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal;">
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The Savior died for us to fulfill the atonement. This is something He had to do alone. Only He could fulfill this everlasting task of Grace and Charity. Which leads me to this - we do not have to face anything alone. Christ has Never asked us to walk alone and He never will. He asks us to seek for His light and guiding hand. I know that I forget at times to ask for help. And let me tell you something - those times are ridiculously hard and lonely. I feel weighed down and at times I feel like I'm drowning. When I feel this way, I know that this is was the Savior is doing for me. </div>
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I have tried to imagine my Savior in this more personal way lately. I am certain that I can guarantee you that if you do this, you will see and come to know Christ in a new way. One where He did not die for everyone (while that's true) but where He died for You. Christ loves each of so much, that I truly believe that He would have died for just me if I was the only soul needing saving. Just like I know He died for me, I know He died for You. Do you? Do you believe this with all the faith in your heart, mind and soul? If you're unsure, even just slightly, then I implore you, seek Him out even more. Begin to think of Him in a more personal way. When you kneel to pray, tell Him Everything. I mean, Everything. All your thoughts, desires, worries and concerns. Your accomplishments and failures. Joys and heartache. Oh how wonderful it is to know that He is listening. You may feel silly at first, speaking this way in prayer at first. But don't give up. Don't quit. Keep kneeling down. Keep talking. You will get there. And one day, you'll realize that your relationship with Christ has grown immensely. </div>
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m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-47435595251139995802016-09-27T15:25:00.000-07:002017-02-06T11:00:37.863-08:00Let's Talk: Emotional & Mental AbuseAs a senior in high school, I was in a relationship with a boy, we'll call him Tom, who was extremely abusive. Emotionally and mentally. <br>
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My senior year, should have been a blast, I had three dance classes, great friends and was finally on dance company - and I became the technical coordinator for the dance company. Plus, I loved seminary. So, you know, it should have rocked.<br>
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But, being in a relationship where your partner toys with your mind and emotions is terribly draining. Some days were great and he made me feel so loved - others he made me feel like I was the worst girlfriend ever undeserving of anyone else's love but his own. And I believed him. Truly, with all my being, I believed that no one could love me better. It's sad, pathetic even, but true.<br>
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Through this year, I became severely depressed. Unknowingly. I became closed off and distant from everyone I loved and cared about - family and friends. My hobbies became uninteresting and less desirable to persue. I lost important friendships. I lost respect. I felt utterly alone. While all of this hurt and I was even blinded in the moment, the thing I lost that was most important was myself. <div><br></div><div>Tom was not only abusive but possessive as well. He didn't like me wearing makeup or wearing my hair nicely when I wasn't with him. He didn't want me cutting my hair because girls should have long hair. He didn't want me going to my senior dances (he lived in the Salt Lake Valley and I lived in the St. George Valley). Tom was also paranoid. If I didn't answer my phone right away, text or phone call, he assumed the worst of me. That I had to be cheating on him. Especially with his friend who I sat next to in history class because I was the only person he knew at school because he was a new student there my senior year. So, basically I couldn't have friends. Thus, losing my friends. <br><div><br></div><div>Through out this year I had a few experiences that I have really stuck with me and I will probably never forget. Those who know me well, know that I danced through out high school. I'm not talking drill team. I mean, classical ballet, modern and some jazz and tap. And i remember, being in dance class one day and seeing myself in the mirror. I saw something I had never seen before. My hip and rib bones had become quite predominant. They stuck out while I was just standing there, doing nothing. I remember the shock I felt. The embarrassment. The overwhelming emotion of not understanding why. Why? Why was I so skinny? How could this be? How did I not notice until now? Depression my friends. Depression is a blinding and cruel companion when allowed to take over and have the upper hand. </div><div><br></div><div>There was another point, close to the end of the school year, my senior year, during a dance concert rehearsal, where I broke down. I had been texting, Tom. Short version, he told me I was a slut for dancing and he wouldn't be coming to the concert because he wouldn't support me for being so immodest. I was standing back stage on the verge of tears when another girl (we'll call her, Sarah) on company asked me if I was alright. I looked up at her and just broke. Tears flowed down my face and I felt myself falling apart. Sarah didn't pry. She didn't tell me to stop crying. She didn't make a big scene. She saw me crying and embraced me. Sarah, with out any hesitation had wrapped me in her arms and just let me cry. If others came up to ask what was wrong, she kindly told them to leave me alone. I will always be grateful for to Sarah for that moment. For her Christlike action and love. Remember, when you see someone who needs comfort, comfort them. Don't pry and continually ask, "What's wrong?" because really, it doesn't help. Just embrace and let them cry. Let them go through the emotions. Let them feel. Be a Sarah. Remember to be Christlike. </div><div><br></div><div>There is one more moment I want to share. This moment, I was alone. In my room. I had a full sized, body mirror in my room. One night, I was sitting on the floor next to this mirror. Not looking at myself for the longest time. Just sitting there in silence, thinking to myself. And then - I looked. I looked straight into the eyes of that girl in the mirror and you know what I saw? Nothing. Emptiness. No light coming from her eyes. No joy. No sadness. No pain. No humor. No soul. No fear. No love! No Life! ... Nothing. Just a numbness that seemed to always be there. </div><div><br></div><div>Then, something began to emerge. A realization was forming. I didn't know that girl in the mirror. She wasn't me. That wasn't Corrinne. She was - she was a stranger. A lifeless stranger. Then, a miracle - a blessing began. A realization happened. I was lost. And fear creeped in to my heart. </div><div><br></div><div>What happened to me? When did I get like this? How did I allow this to even happen. Who had I become? If I didn't recognize myself, did anyone? </div><div><br></div><div>This day was a turning point for me as I began to figure out what had happened. It was soon after that I broke up with Tom and started to feel happy again. Just three days before my Graduation. </div><div><br></div><div>The day after I broke up with Tom, not even 24 hours later, I had my last seminary class. Testimony meeting. I knew I had to bear my testimony. As soon as the floor was opened to us, I stood up and walked up to the front of the room. And as I bore my testimony and confirmation, as real as you and me, embraced my how body. Something I hadn't felt in a long time. I knew that I had made the right decision in letting Tom go. That it was time to move on with my life. I was so grateful for that moment. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm not sure why I had to experience all of that hurt. Because I'm a broken person. But I have learned from it. I have grown from it. I have become better because of it. For that, I'm grateful. </div><div><br></div><div>Now, for those of you who haven't experience something like this, may have a hard time understanding. But those of you who have, or those of you who are, right now, please, you are not alone. </div></div><div><br></div><div>I know, that even though, I couldn't feel my Savior watching over me during this time, He never left. He was always there for me and guided me with out me knowing or understanding. I know that now. </div><div><br></div><div>Please know, I do not write all of this for your pity. For sympathy or even myself. I wrote about these things and experiences because I want others to know and understand they are not alone. I get it. Your Savior understands more fully then anyone. He has felt all the pain of this world. He endured that for you. For me. He has a perfect understanding and waiting to help you. Embrace you. Lead you and lift this burden from you. Because you do not have to endure this alone. Your Lord understands. Others like me understand and those of us who have moved on, want to help you. Lift you. Embrace you. I truly desire to help others know they are not alone. That our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ are real. The atonement is Real. Their love is Real. And true and pure happiness is Real. </div>m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-38019444259795319032016-09-19T11:39:00.001-07:002016-09-19T11:43:07.808-07:00Charity<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Today, I was having a discussion with a friend who just celebrated her seventh year of marriage. We were discussing how blessed we are in our marriages. How wonderful it is that through all of our trials we have come out stronger. That marriage is hard work, but well worth it. We have a love worth fighting for and that, that is a blessing in its self. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My friend said "it takes patience, time, hard work, empathy, sympathy and an open mind. And a lot more." She's right. Marriage is all of those characteristics and more. How can we expect to love someone for an eternity if we don't learn to understand the person we chose to love. </span><br />
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“Marriage is the foundry for social order, the fountain of virtue, and the foundation for eternal exaltation. Marriage has been divinely designated as an eternal and everlasting covenant. Marriage is sanctified when it is cherished and honored in holiness. That union is not merely between husband and wife; it embraces a partnership with God.”</div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A partnership with God. I love that. I can't imagine living this life with out the help and guidance from my Father in Heaven. Certainly not having a successful marriage with out His Son's, Jesus Christ's atonement. So isn't the atonement and the attributes of our Savior how we should treat our marriage? These same attributes that my friend named? Absolutely. These are characteristics of our Savior. But, if I were to this of just one word, one characteristic for us to strive towards to better ourselves, it would be <i>Charity</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Charity. A perfect and pure love. The type of love that Christ has for each and every one of us. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.00784314);"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>Charity is the pure love of Christ. It is the love that Christ has for the children of men and that the children of men should have for one another. It is the highest, noblest, and strongest kind of love and the most joyous to the soul</i></span></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0.00784314); color: #333333; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 18px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.00784314);"><span style="color: #999999;">(see</span></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0.00784314); color: #333333;"> </span><a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/11.23?lang=eng#22" style="background-position: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #0091bc; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">1 Nephi 11:23</a><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.00784314);"><span style="color: #999999;">).</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #999999;">Charity is “the pure love of Christ,” or “everlasting love” (</span><a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/7.47?lang=eng#46" style="background-position: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #0091bc; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Moroni 7:47</a><span style="color: #999999;">;</span><span style="color: #333333;"> </span><a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/8.17?lang=eng#16" style="background-position: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #0091bc; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">8:17</a><span style="color: #999999;">). The prophet Mormon taught: “Charity suffereth long, and is kind, and envieth not, and is not puffed up, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil, and rejoiceth not in iniquity but rejoiceth in the truth, beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things” (</span><a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/7.45?lang=eng#44" style="background-position: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #0091bc; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Moroni 7:45</a><span style="color: #999999;">; see also </span><a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/13.4-7?lang=eng#3" style="background-position: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #0091bc; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">1 Corinthians 13:4-7</a><span style="color: #999999;">).</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #999999;">Jesus Christ is the perfect example of charity. In His mortal ministry, He always “went about doing good,” teaching the gospel and showing tender compassion for the poor, afflicted, and distressed (see</span><span style="color: #333333;"> </span><a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/nt/matt/4.23?lang=eng#22" style="background-position: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #0091bc; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Matthew 4:23</a><span style="color: #999999;">;</span><span style="color: #333333;"> </span><a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/nt/mark/6.6?lang=eng#5" style="background-position: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #0091bc; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Mark 6:6</a><span style="color: #999999;">;</span><span style="color: #333333;"> </span><a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/nt/acts/10.38?lang=eng#37" style="background-position: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #0091bc; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Acts 10:38</a><span style="color: #999999;">). His crowning expression of charity was His infinite Atonement. He said, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends” (</span><a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/nt/john/15.13?lang=eng#12" style="background-position: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #0091bc; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">John 15:13</a><span style="color: #999999;">). This was the greatest act of long-suffering, kindness, and selflessness that we will ever know.</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #999999;">The Savior wants all people to receive His love and to share it with others. He declared to His disciples: “A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another. By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another” (</span><a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/nt/john/13.34-35?lang=eng#33" style="background-position: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #0091bc; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">John 13:34-35</a><span style="color: #999999;">). In relationships with family members and others, followers of Christ look to the Savior as their example and strive to love as He loves, with unfailing compassion, patience, and mercy.</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We can all take time and find ways to improve our own marriages. I implore you to try. Don't you give up unless it is truly the right thing to do - which is between you and Lord. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Find ways to be a little kinder to your spouse. Show appreciation each day. Be truly interested in their day. Listen to their thoughts, dreams and fears. Really listen. Put down that phone and look at them. Share a tender moment. Hold hands. Cuddle while watching that movie. Learn a new skill together. Be supportive. Stay interested in the person you chose to love. The one that stole your heart. Show sympathy and act on empathy. Become that spouse that your spouse deserve. That your Father in Heaven knows you can be. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Strive for that Charity. </span><br />
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m r s. b r i g g shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07049421564884230939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501887913713379085.post-17631560009626061642016-09-16T07:23:00.001-07:002016-09-16T12:19:44.721-07:00Universal StudiosLast week, we as a family of four went to universal studios. It was the first time all four of us went since moving here back in February. We weren't sure exactly what to expect in a crowded place with stimulating factors everywhere you turn.<br>
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We spent a short time in Harry Potter world, but didn't stay long due to the fact that the boys ended up being terrified of the dragon that breathes fire. Like, scream for their lives terrified. However sad it was to witness, I couldn't help but giggle a little. Sorry boys. </div>
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Since that didn't work out, we spent most of our time in a kid zone area with slides and balls. Which ended up being a blast. Alister got to go on his first roller coaster. And guess what? He LOVED IT. Which as a couple who loves roller coasters ourselves, made us tremendously happy. He ended up going on it three time while we were there. Twice with his Papa and once with his Mama. Corbin was just a little too short to go. But that's ok, he still had a lot of fun watching his brother on the roller coaster.<br>
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We also took the boys on their first water slide, which they both also loved. Corbin gave out a scream of excitement the second time he went on it with Adam.<br>
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It was a lot of fun and we had a total blast. Now here's some pictures for your enjoyment. :)</div>
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