Let it Go

Let it Go

As my mother says, "build a bridge and get over it."

If there is anything that I want you to get out of reading this article, it is to let it go. Whatever "it" may be for you, forget about it. I know that it's hard, but it will be worth it, I promise.

I know that I didn't give any specific hints as to what "it" may be, but I also know that you had something in mind.

It happens to the best of us. I pride myself on not being too much of a worrier, but recently I have been worrying about anything and everything. If something is bothering me, I just cannot seem to forget about it, no matter how much I've vented or even written about it in my journal (I highly recommend journaling to anyone who is also a worrier.)

Something that my mom used to tell me whenever I was upset about stupid drama in high school was to "build a bridge and get over it." Although at the time I would roll my eyes at her like a typical teenager, I find myself thinking about that phrase often now.

This is because most of the things I (and most people) worry about are totally out of my control. We simply cannot control whether or not people like us, whether or not we will end up finding a job after college (even though I am really crossing my fingers for this one), or if we will be satisfied with our lives five years from now (yes, I do worry about this daily). And because we cannot control it, we should not even be capable of worrying about it, right? Wrong.

Because we are still capable of worrying about these irrelevant matters, we need to find some way to control our worries and not let them get the best of us. What we are worrying about probably has absolutely nothing to do with us, and is most likely not our fault.

The main thing that I enjoy doing when I find myself in a state of panic is to listen to music. Music is one of the only things in this world that can calm me down, and when I am stressed it really helps me.

I also talk to people about my problems (within reason). I find that the best person to talk to when I am worried is my mom. Even though I don't live at home anymore I find myself texting my mom many times throughout the week and she always knows what to say (God bless her). I try not to rant too much to her, or anyone else, though because I would never want to be looked at as a pessimistic person who cannot stop complaining and worrying.

And lastly, something that I have been doing lately to calm my nerves and my worries is to pray about it. Who better to talk to when you are feeling distressed than the One who has all of the answers? God has not let me (or you) down yet, so why would He start now? Praying just really helps me when I am feeling sad, lonely, or worried.

Now I know that even though I have included all of these methods to stop worrying, if you are going to worry nothing will stop you. I understand that. But I also know that everything is going to be okay and you will survive whatever it is that you are going through. You must remember that the point you are at now is preparing you for what's ahead, and it is going to be great!

So, whatever is bothering you, let it go. Everything is currently working out how it is supposed to.

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8 Reasons Why My Dad Is the Most Important Man In My Life

Forever my number one guy.

Growing up, there's been one consistent man I can always count on, my father. In any aspect of my life, my dad has always been there, showing me unconditional love and respect every day. No matter what, I know that my dad will always be the most important man in my life for many reasons.

1. He has always been there.

Literally. From the day I was born until today, I have never not been able to count on my dad to be there for me, uplift me and be the best dad he can be.

2. He learned to adapt and suffer through girly trends to make me happy.

I'm sure when my dad was younger and pictured his future, he didn't think about the Barbie pretend pageants, dressing up as a princess, perfecting my pigtails and enduring other countless girly events. My dad never turned me down when I wanted to play a game, no matter what and was always willing to help me pick out cute outfits and do my hair before preschool.

3. He sends the cutest texts.

Random text messages since I have gotten my own cell phone have always come my way from my dad. Those randoms "I love you so much" and "I am so proud of you" never fail to make me smile, and I can always count on my dad for an adorable text message when I'm feeling down.

4. He taught me how to be brave.

When I needed to learn how to swim, he threw me in the pool. When I needed to learn how to ride a bike, he went alongside me and made sure I didn't fall too badly. When I needed to learn how to drive, he was there next to me, making sure I didn't crash.

5. He encourages me to best the best I can be.

My dad sees the best in me, no matter how much I fail. He's always there to support me and turn my failures into successes. He can sit on the phone with me for hours, talking future career stuff and listening to me lay out my future plans and goals. He wants the absolute best for me, and no is never an option, he is always willing to do whatever it takes to get me where I need to be.

6. He gets sentimental way too often, but it's cute.

Whether you're sitting down at the kitchen table, reminiscing about your childhood, or that one song comes on that your dad insists you will dance to together on your wedding day, your dad's emotions often come out in the cutest possible way, forever reminding you how loved you are.

7. He supports you, emotionally and financially.

Need to vent about a guy in your life that isn't treating you well? My dad is there. Need some extra cash to help fund spring break? He's there for that, too.

8. He shows me how I should be treated.

Yes, my dad treats me like a princess, and I don't expect every guy I meet to wait on me hand and foot, but I do expect respect, and that's exactly what my dad showed I deserve. From the way he loves, admires, and respects me, he shows me that there are guys out there who will one day come along and treat me like that. My dad always advises me to not put up with less than I deserve and assures me that the right guy will come along one day.

For these reasons and more, my dad will forever be my No. 1 man. I love you!

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An Incurable Disease Doesn't Change The Love I Have For You

Because one day the one you love the most is fine and the next day they're not, it causes devastation you never truly recover from.


Loving someone with an incurable disease is the most emotionally straining thing I have ever experienced.

My significant other and I have been together for almost six years. During the summer of 2018, we all noticed the significant changes he was going through. He had lost around fifty pounds and had a lack of appetite. We had figured something was going on, however, we didn't realize it was anything serious.

Fast forward to the Fall semester of 2018. I had visited my boyfriend and we had expressed certain concerns, such as, through the night I would try and get him to stop uncontrollably itching his legs to the point of bleeding, or that he was looking a little yellow and was exhausted all the time. After seeing his sister in November, while I was at school, she pleaded with him to go to urgent care because he did not look good. He was yellow, exhausted, and very sickly looking. We didn't realize that the urgent care visit would be the precedent of the rest of our lives.

After coming home for Thanksgiving and spending a week straight in the hospital with him, it finally set in that something was not right. Between all the vomit, getting moved for testing, the weakness, the constant calling for medications because the pain was so severe, and the almost month-long stay in the hospital, it hit me full force that something was really wrong. Words will never truly describe the emotions I was feeling, or the burden of my thoughts that I felt were too selfish to pass on anyone, so I kept them to myself.

When we finally got the diagnosis, we were surprised. PSC, otherwise known as Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis, is an incurable liver disease that affects the bile ducts which become scarred and inflamed, more likely than not lead to cirrhosis and an inevitable transplant. There was no cure, rather the only solution was a liver transplant, and even then the disease can be recurring.

I was thinking selfishly. I was torn in two. What would our future look like? Could we have children? Could we ever do the things we used to?

Loving someone with an incurable disease is a mix of emotions. There is a constant fear in the back of my mind that he is going to wake up in intense pain and have to be rushed to the hospital. There is a constant fear of every time waiting for the bi-weekly blood test results to come back, in fear that his Bilirubin spiked again or he is undergoing a flare up and needs to be hospitalized. There is a constant anxiety that one day he's going to be fine, and the next day he won't be. Even the simple things, such as laying beside one another, was a constant fear I had, due to the pain he was in every day. What if I hit him in my sleep on accident? What if I accidentally hugged a little too tightly and caused him pain?

Loving someone with an incurable disease can be a fluctuation of emotions, however, he makes it worth it.


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