The Choice.

Flashback to 6 months ago….

It’s around 4:30pm. I was working for a home health care company, and had just gotten home from cleaning a clients house for two hours, while silently crying to myself.

Why was I crying? A week earlier I was given the companies first pediatric client, diagnosed with autism, along with a few other things. I had had no training, no experience, and less than 24 hours to prepare myself before my first visit. I stayed up all night researching everything I could about autism, not knowing that there is really nothing you can find that will describe caring for every person with autism- everyone is different. It was like nothing I had expected, it shook me, and I was terrified. Caring for people is no joke.

I had been crying because after a week of working with this client, and being so scared because I didn’t know what I was doing, I was overwhelmed and my brain was fried. I had been given the night off. And I was so relieved. And then last minute I was told I had to go to the clients house anyway, because I was the only employee that knew how things worked there. So I had gotten my hopes up, on top of being overwhelmed and anxious to have to go over there again.

By the time I arrived home, I was starting to panic. I could not stop crying to save my life.  I forced myself to eat something while trying to hold back tears. Halfway through my meal my hands and feet started to tingle and then go numb, and I began to hyperventilate. It was about 45 minutes before I needed to be on my way to the clients house when I found myself on the floor. Laying on my stomach, on top of my hands, listening to the ringing coming from my phone. I had managed to dial my bosses number (Who also happened to be a friend of mine from high school.), and hit the speaker button before I could no longer open my hands. I explained what was happening between gasps, and begged for him to find someone else, I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t think. I was done.

He talked me down for a half an hour, until my breathing regulated, and I was able to stand up again. There was nothing he could do, I had to be at the clients house in 15 minutes. I pulled my scrubs back on, and cleaned up my face. Light-headed and still scared, I headed to the clients house. I had a job to do.

New Years 2017…

I had been unhappy for a while, but the anxiety attack was the last straw- it was finally so bad that it was effecting my health. I missed Washington, and the people here. I wanted to do something with my life. I wanted to do something I, and family could be proud of. I wanted to keep growing, and moving forward. I didn’t feel like I could do that in South Dakota, I didn’t feel like I could go anywhere. It was like I was trapped in a never ending loop, lost in limbo forever.

We were sitting at a nice little bar in downtown Rapid City, South Dakota. One by one groups of people left their tables to walk to the Alex Johnson Hotel, where the towns version of the time square ball dropped. My boyfriend at the time, one of our good friends, and I sat at a table next to the bar watching as the room cleared out, until it was just us, a couple old men, and the bartender. Ethan and Harry were immersed in their own conversation. I sat quietly, and listened to the crowd, just a few blocks down the street, start the countdown. Sipping at my cider, I watched the ball drop in Time Square, from the large flat screen above the bar, and made the same promise to myself that I always did: “This year will be different. This year I will not dream about things, I will have them. This year I will do things for me. This year things will change, and it will be great.” —BUT, this year I mean it, no excuses, no matter what nothing will stop me. Do, or die trying.

Today, June 28, 2017…..

Today I am making a new home, and a new life for myself 1,216 miles away from where I made those promises. It wasn’t easy getting here, there was a lot of tears, uncertainty, fear along the way. So many times, I wanted to scream out “I’M JUST KIDDING!”, take it all back, and crawl back into my same little loop. I couldn’t though, because I knew that if I didn’t just go for what I wanted, I would never get it. Dreams don’t chase you. You have to chase you’re dreams.

It’s not all perfect. I still have a lot of growing to do out here, it’s a work in progress, but it feels better. I feel closer to the life I want, even though I’m not sure what that life looks like. But that’s the best part- I HAVE NO IDEA what will happen. All I know is that I am exactly where I want to be right now, no longer stuck in my loop, and I can finally breath again!

How have you grown in the last 6 months?

Live Bravely!

Always,

Danielle B.

 

The Badge of Busy.

I find myself constantly trying to juggle many things: Working (7 days a week, most of the time) as a Home Care Aide, being an Ambassador Mentor for BANGS Shoes & being in charge of a wonderful team of 12 Ambassadors, owning an Etsy shop- Wired Up Wraps (which I plan on updating soon, I promise!), Keeping up with my blog, carving out time with friends and family, and relieving my restless urge to wander & explore (for my sanity). Carving out any time for myself seems virtually impossible for the most part, but every now and then I am blessed with a short breather, and I am reminded that I do what I do simply because I love it. My brain feels that if I am not doing something productive, then I am wasting my presious time. So I suppose I like to be busy, maybe I just like to give off that I am an “active”, “driven”, and “motivated” person.

For a workaholic like myself, being so busy also has it’s perks. Yes, besides the money. I am constantly meeting new and amazing people, always inspired, coming up with really good ideas, developing new opinions, and to sum it all up, if my brain were a filing cabinet, it would have exploded five months ago. This is where I found comfort, and passion in writing, list making, and blogging. It’s a way to sort out all the chaos on my own (which is how I prefer to work anyways.)

Being so busy can also be mentally draining, sometimes revitalizing- but often times just down right exhausting. This past week was a huge challenge, and left me an emotional wreck multipule times. (which is very unusual, and kind of annoying me, haha) After six months of constant work mode, I feel I have burnt myself out. It sucks, I don’t like it one bit, but everyone has their limits. So I’ve started making the changes I need to, to bulid myself back up again, because there are moments in life where it is nessesary to stop what you are doing, and take care of yourself first. So I talked my boss into dropping me down to part-time, at least until May, so that I have time to regenerate my energy, and focus on more of the hobbies that excite, and inspire me. I like to think the my hypersensitivity to whatever is going on around me plays a big part in the emotional imbalance I’ve found myself in, but to me that’s just life- a series of roller-coaster rides that I know will end with some kind of “light” at the end of the tunnel.

I guess what I am saying is that everyone has thier limits, and even if you love what your doing, it’s ok to give yourself a break if you start feeling extreamly overwhelmed. If you can’t keep yourself healthy, and happy, you’ll just end up being miserable, and life is way to short for that nonsense. You don’t have to take on the whole world by yourself, and you are not a robot. Take it easy on youself, human!

Stay Happy,

Live Bravely!

Always,

Danielle B.