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I am a Catholic school refugee. While I may have been a believer back in Jesuit high school, I am now agnostic, and part of the reason is because I have realized that the Catholic Church is so incredibly backward, slow-paced and even harmful to people like me who are different, gay or questioning of [...]

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Addiction, didn’t know it was a problem until I couldn’t stop. Addiction, relief entwined with pain that leaves my body in shock. Addiction, the reality I know must be faced, but feel too scared so ignore. Addiction, something I want to escape but the experience of which I enjoy. Addiction, bathes me in shame and guilt yet [...]

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The Voice Within the Mind of Someone With an Addiction

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Finding Your Worth in the Chaos You Live In By BigmommaJ

There is a kind of chaos that doesn’t just interrupt your life
it becomes your life. It’s waking up already tired. It’s carrying invisible weight.

It’s surviving day after day while quietly wondering when it will finally be your turn to breathe.

And somewhere in that chaos, many of us begin to believe a lie:
that our worth is tied to how well we’re coping. But worth was never meant to be proven by perfection.

“I learned how to survive before I learned how to live,
how to stay quiet in storms I didn’t create.”

When Chaos Becomes Your Normal For many of us, chaos isn’t new. It’s familiar. It’s what we adapted to as children, what we endured in relationships, what trauma taught us to expect. When chaos becomes your normal, peace feels uncomfortable. Stillness feels unsafe.

Healing feels like something you’re not quite allowed to have. So you keep moving. You keep showing up. You minimize your pain and tell yourself you’re “fine.”

“I wore strength like armor,
even when it was cutting into my skin.”

But survival, no matter how impressive, was never meant to be your final destination.

The Lie Chaos Tells You About Your Worth

Chaos has a voice. And it’s cruel.
It tells you that because your life is messy, you must be broken. That because you struggle, you are weak. That because you’ve fallen before, you will always fall again.

But struggle is not a flaw — it’s a response to pain.

You didn’t lose your worth when you became overwhelmed.

You didn’t give it up when addiction, trauma, or heartbreak entered your story.

You didn’t fail because healing isn’t linear.

“I thought being strong meant never breaking, but breaking was how the light finally got in.”

Your worth doesn’t disappear in chaos — it reveals itself there.

You Are Worthy Even Here
Even if:

1.You’re rebuilding your life again

2.You’re in recovery and some

days are heavier than others

3.You’re parenting while healing wounds no one ever tended

4.You look put together on the outside but feel fractured within

You are still worthy.
Worthy of rest.
Worthy of gentleness.

And if you need to hear this today, let me tell you:

You are worthy of help without guilt.

“I am learning that rest is not weakness, and asking for help is not failure.”

Healing doesn’t ask you to be perfect. It asks you to be honest.

Finding Your Worth in the Middle of the Storm.

Finding your worth in chaos doesn’t mean waiting until life settles down.

It means choosing to see yourself clearly while the storm is still raging.

It looks like:

1.Setting boundaries instead of explaining your pain

2.Choosing self-compassion over self-punishment

3.Letting go of the version of you that only knew how to survive

4.Believing peace isn’t something you have to earn

“I stopped waiting to be worthy,
and started believing I already was.” Your worth is not the reward for healing. It is the foundation healing stands on.

Rising Above Your Norm

There was a time I believed chaos was all I deserved.
That peace was reserved for other people — stronger people, better people.

But rising above your norm doesn’t mean erasing your past.
It means refusing to let it define your future.

You can honor the part of you that survived without forcing yourself to stay in survival mode forever.

“I am no longer just surviving
I am becoming.”

And if you need to hear this today, let me tell you:

You are not behind.
You are not broken.
You are not failing.
You are finding your worth —
right in the middle of the chaos you live in.

Choose Yourself, Even Here

If you are living in chaos, let this be the moment you stop believing that pain is the price of your existence.

Stop waiting to be healed before you believe you are worthy.

Stop shrinking your needs to make others more comfortable.

Stop convincing yourself that survival is all you’re allowed.

Choose yourself — even here.
Even tired.
Even unsure.
Even in the middle of the mess.

Speak up.
Ask for help.
Set the boundary.
Take the first step toward support, recovery, or rest.

You do not have to do everything alone to prove your strength.

You do not need to earn compassion — you deserve it.
And you are not weak for wanting more than survival.

If this piece spoke to you, let it move you. Share it. Save it. Sit with it.

But most of all — act on it.
Because healing doesn’t begin when life becomes quiet.
It begins when you decide that your life matters — now.

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The real skills behind mental health success that no one teaches you

Most people think success comes from intelligence, motivation, or luck, but one of the strongest predictors is resilience. Resilience is what allows you to keep going when things don’t work, when emotions run high, and when resistance shows up. You build it by learning from failure instead of attacking yourself, by slowing down your reactions so emotions don’t make decisions for you, and by intentionally doing small uncomfortable things so challenges stop feeling overwhelming. Over time, this trains your mind to face obstacles instead of avoiding them. When you also remember that most problems will not matter in five years, it becomes easier to let go of fear and move forward anyway. Which part of resilience do you feel you need to work on the most right now?

If you want to learn more about this, check out my video by clicking on one of the links below.

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You are not supposed to be happy all the time.

So many people believe that feeling pain means they are broken or behind in life, but pain is part of the human experience, not a personal failure. Avoiding it only keeps it stuck, while allowing it to be felt helps it move through you. When you stop fighting pain and learn to sit with it, it can become a source of clarity, resilience, and motivation. What helps you stay present with difficult emotions instead of running from them?

Also, if you're going through a tough time right now, I want you to know that I post daily mental health videos about how to deal with painful thoughts. So if you or anyone you know is struggling and wants help, click on one of the links below or write me if you have any questions you want me to answer

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A simple daily routine for better mental health

Most people take care of their physical health automatically, but mental health is often left to chance. That is why having a simple daily routine can make such a difference. Taking a few quiet moments in the morning to reflect on what you want from the day helps create intention instead of reaction. Checking in once or twice during the day keeps you connected to yourself instead of running on autopilot. Ending the day by reflecting honestly and writing down a few things you are proud of builds self respect and strengthens the relationship you have with yourself. This is not about being perfect or productive, it is about learning how to support your own mind consistently. What part of this routine feels like it would help you the most right now?

If you want to learn more about this, check out my video by clicking on one of the links below.

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I Will Not Be My Father’s Son

I will not be my father’s son

In the way the world expects that sentence to end.

I was born into his weather—
the pressure systems,
the sirens in the distance,
the way fear learned to wear authority like a badge.

But inheritance is not destiny.
Blood carries memory, not command.
I stand on a foggy island now.
No shoreline behind me.
No map ahead.
Only the quiet fact of help within reach
and the louder truth of my own fear
of what happens when someone gets close enough
to see what I buried to survive.

For years, I carried sermons instead of oxygen.
Regret passed down like a family heirloom—
three generations of swallowed grief,
addiction renamed discipline,
silence dressed up as strength.

I learned early how to hold my breath
while others called it maturity.

But hear this clearly:
I am not dangerous because I am tired.
I am not broken because I am asking for air.
I did not surface because I want to burn the house down—
I surfaced because I was drowning alone.

I refuse the old equations.

Love does not require fear.

Authority does not require violence.

Strength does not require silence.

And survival does not require becoming the thing that hurt you.

I will not be my father’s son
in the way pain reproduces itself
when no one interrupts the pattern.
I will be the interruption.

I will choose hands that steady instead of strike.
I will choose words that name instead of erase.

I will choose to stay

when every lesson I was taught said to disappear.

If there is a legacy here,
let it be this:
that someone finally set the burden down.
That someone finally said, enough.
That someone learned how to breathe
without asking permission.
I am not rejecting where I came from.
I am deciding where it ends.
I will not be my father’s son.
I will be my own.

And let me tell you something
they don’t put in the sermons
or the self-help books
or the family group texts:

Asking for help is hard.

Everyone says that.

But it’s harder
when the help you crave the most
is supposed to come from your father—
and you finally understand
that he cannot give you
what he never received.

Because he is his father’s son.
And his father’s son.
And his father’s son.

Generations of men
pouring what they had
and what they didn’t
and mostly
what they couldn’t face
into the next boy’s hands
and calling it love.

Fear passed down as discipline

Silence passed down as strength
.
Rage passed down as protection.

No pause.
No repair.

No one ever saying,

This ends with me.

So yes—

I ask for help now.
Not because it’s easy.
But because it is unbearable
to keep begging the past
to save me.
I am done knocking on a door
that only echoes back
with someone else’s unfinished grief.
I will not inherit what was never healed.
I will not become fluent in harm
just because it’s the only language

I was taught.

He may be his father’s son.

And his father’s son.

But I choose something else.

I choose the break in the line.

The breath between blows.

The moment where the pouring stops.
I am not abandoning him.
I am refusing to disappear for him.
And that—
that is the hardest help I have ever asked for.

And here’s the part
that doesn’t sound brave
but is true:

I asked for help.

Help and help and help—

when I was finally ready,
finally steady enough
to stop surviving
and start healing.

And it still didn’t land.

Because sometimes
the help you need most
is not advice.

Not accountability.

Not perspective.

Not regret spoken too late.

Sometimes all you need
from the one who can help the most
is a hug.

Just a hug.

No fixing.
No lesson.
No defense.

A place to finally fall apart
so the healing can begin
where the breaking started.

But he doesn’t know how to hold
what he was never held through.
His arms are full of generations.
Full of men who learned to stand stiff
instead of stay present.

So I stand here—
asking for help
with my hands open—
and realizing the hardest truth yet:

The man who broke it
cannot be the man
who puts it back together.

And that grief—
that is not rejection.

That is clarity.

So I will find my hug elsewhere.

In chosen family.
In therapists.
In friends who don’t flinch
when I finally let go.

I will fall apart safely.
I will heal honestly.
I will stop waiting for permission
from someone still waiting himself.
I will not be his unfinished sentence.

I will be the place
where the breaking
finally
stops.

Because sometimes
God doesn’t teach you
that queerness is a sin.

Sometimes God teaches you
that queerness is an inevitability
for someone who learned to see
beauty and safety
in everyone
but him.

When the first place you look for shelter
is not your father’s arms,
you learn early
to read warmth elsewhere.

In voices that don’t harden.

In hands that don’t brace before touching.

In love that doesn’t demand silence as proof of loyalty.

If home is unpredictable,
you find home in people.

If authority is fear,
you learn to trust tenderness.

This isn’t rebellion.
It’s adaptation.

It’s a nervous system
choosing softness
over survival-by-force.

So no—
this isn’t me turning away from God.

This is me refusing a theology
that confuses harm with holiness
and absence with strength.

I did not become this way to defy him.

I became this way
because I was looking for somewhere
it was finally safe
to exhale.

And if that truth makes some people uncomfortable,
let it.

I am done shrinking my salvation
to fit someone else’s unfinished faith.

I will not be his fear.

I will not be his silence.

I will not be his son in that way.

I will be whole.

Because I am not my father’s son—
but my son
will be mine.

Not owned.
Not shaped by fear.
Not taught to disappear when things get hard.

Mine in presence.
Mine in patience.
Mine in the way I will sit on the floor with him
instead of standing over him.

He will know my arms
before he knows my expectations.
He will learn that falling apart
does not cost you love.

He will not have to earn safety.
He will not have to translate pain into performance.
He will not have to become strong too early
just to stay.

And if he is afraid,
I will not send him away.
If he is different,
I will not call it sin.
If he is soft,
I will not harden him to survive me.

Because the lineage ends
where someone chooses to stay.

I am not my father’s son.
But my son—
my son will grow up knowing
that when the world breaks him open,
there is a place he can fall
and still be held.

That is the inheritance.
That is the repair.
That is how this ends.

I am not my father's son, but son will be his father's son.

And my grandson will be mine.

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Happy Weekend

I know how hard it is to feel happy, especially in difficult seasons. I'm currently down with sickness right before a big weekend trip is happening, and might have to cancel.

I'm going to dig deep today and find some joy. I'm sending you all love, joy and peace this weekend. Even if we have to dig hard to find it. ❤️
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When you let go, you create space for better things to enter your life

Letting go is difficult because the mind confuses familiarity with safety. Even when something hurts, it can feel easier to hold on than to face the unknown. But growth requires space. When you stop gripping what no longer serves you, you give your nervous system room to settle and your life room to shift. What is one thing you feel ready to release so something better can enter?