Religion is so $#@%&*! stupid

I've been called a lot of things because of my belief in God and the life I live as a result of it. Some people call me sweet, or kind, or compassionate. Some people call me dedicated or interesting. Some people think that it's "cool" or they say "well that's good for you". Some people treat that area of my life with complete indifference and that is just fine and good with me. But my all-time fav is when people call me so $#@%&*! stupid. 

According to these people, religion and people that adhere to any belief system are so $#@%&*! stupid because obviously religion is a man made trap that has caused nothing but conflict in the world. They think it's so $#@%&*! stupid that someone would spend their life following the idea that some supernatural, unexplained power exists. The definitely find it so $#@%&*! stupid that anyone still goes to church these days. Like, c'mon guys, grow up and stop being so $#@%&*! stupid. 

Of course, if someone holds these aforementioned views, they have every right to. And I love talking to people of different faiths and philosophical backgrounds, because those conversations always yield new understandings. However, people that have philosophical ideas counter to mine often regard my ideas as being incorrect in some way but rarely, if ever, refer to them as being so $#@%&*! stupid. Because calling anything so $#@%&*! stupid often leads to less than intellectually stimulating conversations. In fact, calling things so $#@%&*! stupid often leads to the creation and perpetuation of negative attitudes towards certain people. 

The Spanish conquistadors thought than Incas in South America were so  $#@%&*! stupid. The Nazi regime thought that the Jewish population were so  $#@%&*! stupid. The Crusaders thought that Muslims in The Holy Lands were so $#@%&*! stupid. The slave traders in the United States considered people of colour to be so $#@%&*! stupid. The conservative Christian community considered people in the gay community to be so $#@%&*! stupid. 

Now that is really $#@%&*! stupid. 

You know whats really $#@%&*!  nice though? When people treat other people with mutual respect despite their differences. When people can have the understanding that maybe they don't see other peoples perspectives. When people can put aside their arrogance and consider the possibility that maybe the way they live their lives isn't actually so much better than those around them. Cause ya never know, you might be wrong. I might be wrong. We could all be wrong. 

When you call something so $#@%&*! stupid, you are perpetuating the negative attitudes that have caused problems worldwide since the beginning of time. 

The only thing in this world that is so $#@%&*! stupid is when anyone says that anything is so $#@%&*! stupid. So how about everyone just respectfully agrees to disagree and instead we're nice to each other. 

Bye.

Today Will Always Be A Good Day

I've been warned to not reveal too much personal information on the internet. It's a perfectly valid concern, because privacy on the internet is not a real thing. And although there are some things I believe people should keep to themselves, I think that there is great value and beauty in vulnerability. 

Exactly one year ago today, 18 year old me was in a hospital room and I had given up fighting. Every day was an unbearable struggle. A crushing weight existed at all times. Its intensity would fluctuate, but it would never go away. Constantly trying to push myself through everyday life had become too much and I was so exhausted. My thoughts were no longer influenced by my emotions, but instead I had logically processed why it would be a better choice to just stop. I had weighed the pros and cons and there were far, far too many cons with life. I felt no joy, ever. It didn't matter if I was with my friends or family engaging in activities that I should have enjoyed. There was no joy. There was no peace. There was no light. There was only chaos. Constant chaos. I woke up to chaos, I pushed through chaos all day, and I went to bed with a head full of chaos. It wasn't worth it. And so I was done. I couldn't do it anymore. 

When the nice, warm crisis worker lady came into my room, she looked at me with such love and told me how it didn't matter much what life was like now. "You want to end your life?", she said. "You can end this life then. Start a new one. You've lived this life for 18 years and it doesn't suit you. You can do whatever you want. You can live many more lives. You give up on this life? Sure. That's fine. What will we do in your next life?" 

And she didn't mean that then and there I could just switch over. Well, sort of, but not entirely. I was reborn through that conversation and I felt, for the first time, that my life could die without me dying. July was hard, August was hard. And so was September and October and November... Have you ever walked in a snow storm with the wind in your face? You have an incredible amount of resistance with the added bonus of snow pelting you and making it so you can't see. It's not a nice thing to have to walk through a snow storm. And fighting your way through depression is sort of like that. Only you're not sure that there will be a warm house and hot chocolate in your future. You actually kind of believe that there won't be. All you can really be sure of is the continuation of the storm. And over time you develop strategies with various pieces of clothing to avoid the cold sting on your face. And maybe you can maneuver your body within your jacket to keep your hands as warm as possible. You develop an appreciation for the wind and the challenge it gives you each day. You grow to see the storm not as an enormous struggle but instead as a fact of life. And then, by some miracle, the snow can sometimes even look pretty. You don't have to brace yourself against the wind because you're strong enough to just walk through it. It's hard, man. It's not nice and I wish it on no one. It's a long process of facing horror after horror. And then you look back and realize you've walked worlds away from where you were before. At that point, something appears that hasn't been visible in oh so long: hope.

And that's were I am today: worlds away. The insurmountable problems that burdened my life a year ago are not even present in my life today. The dark prison I was trapped in is long gone, back behind me, somewhere in my path. 

Today, while I was thinking of exactly what I was celebrating, I decided that I'm not happy that I'm still alive. I mean, I am, but that's not the victory. The fact that I'm still alive is ok. But, if I wasn't still alive, that wouldn't have been my worst fate. The ultimate tragedy would be if I was still living in that hell of an existence. That is what I celebrate. That old life is dead, but me, myself, and I have built a new life. 

I honestly never thought that I would feel real joy again. Or be excited for the future. But I have found a purer joy than ever before, and I am better for it. I celebrate the fact that the worst thing that has ever happened to me turned into the greatest blessing I've ever received. 

My Qualified Report on Men

When I was a little boy I had a really hard time refraining from being a jerk. I mean, it was a natural reaction, you know? Boys are programmed to constantly do stupid things that go against all reason. It wasn't even my fault that I kept hurting other people, it was my parents fault for creating a boy instead of a girl. It's a masculine instinct to act before thinking and to not consider consequences. All men who think before they act were trained over years and years to operate in that manner. Unfortunately, it takes a lot of work to fight against manly nature. I know this because I have experienced it first hand.

I always envied girls and their ability to be naturally better people. Like all the other boys, I secretly wished that I could have been born a girl. What a life that could have been.

As a man, I know what boys must go through in order to become the people we were meant to be. I know it's hard, guys, but it's the right thing to do. I can feel your pain because I've been there. And believe me, it doesn't matter what you're thinking or feeling now. You have to fight it, everyday. We can become better people. We can be just as good as girls if we try.

On behalf of all guys, I apologize for being despicable human beings. I know we've let the world down and that jerks like us are the reason for world hunger and poverty. I urge you, men, to put yourselves down constantly and consider yourself less than others as you strive to be as good as a woman.

This is all, of course, completely invalid, seeing as I am a girl, who grew up with only sisters, and didn't speak to boys that I wasn't related to until I was like 10. I have no first hand experience with growing up as a male and the different joys and challenges that may bring. Although I've heard about boys, seen boys, known boys, been friends with boys, and been nurtured by my father and my grandfather, I have no authority to speak on what it may be like to be a boy. I'm sure that boys who read this will feel misrepresented and possibly offended by the words I have used to generalize their gender. What a shame.

The sole purpose of this picture was to get you to click on the link. Thanks, Zac.

There are so many topics and issues that people feel qualified to speak on and that is exceptionally unfortunate. We all have the freedom of speech and the right to say what we want. However, just because you can speak doesn't mean you always should speak.

I think that everyone should share their thoughts and insights because everyone sees the world through their own lens. By comparing and discussing views, we all become more educated. Everyone should feel encouraged to share their stories and life lessons and perspectives. For example, I can feel confident sharing my thoughts and experiences with depression because that is something I have dealt with in my own life. My friends could share what it was like to have a friend experience depression, but not necessarily what it is like to actually have depression. I can share what it was like growing up in the 90's, because I did. My parent's could share what it was like raising kids in the 90's, but would not have authority to speak on what it was like being a child in the 90's. My sister could share what it is like to live with a severely allergy to wheat, because that is something she personally deals with. I could share what it is like to have a sister who struggles with severe food allergies, but I cannot talk with full authority on what having a severe food allergy is like. Ya feel me?

If you listen to me talk about the personal experiences I have to share, and I listen to you talk about the personal experiences you have to share, then we both gain the knowledge of a personal experience. If I project something onto your experience that is not true, I'm an idiot and you're offended and possibly even hurt. So, in an effort to (a) not be idiots and (b) not hurt others, let's not try and be experts on things that we don't actually know about, folks.

You are a font of information. Just not on everything.

7 Things My Struggle With Depression Taught Me

1. Don't let other people determine your worth. You alone have the right, and also the responsibility, of placing worth on yourself and your life. The fact that this person or that person doesn't talk to you as much as you want them to or that you're always overshadowed by your older sibling has no bearing on how much value you have. I mean, you could let that be the measure by which you judge your self-worth, but it's a stupid way to measure it. 
   
2. Don't let your happiness depend on something you may lose. Whether that's a job, a house, your prized shoe collection, or your relationship. It's unfair to yourself because whatever you're depending on could be taken from you and leave your life in ruins. It's also unfair to whatever you are placing the huge responsibility of your life's happiness on. Your shoes don't know how to handle that. They can't possibly be responsible for that big of a thing. Same goes for people. You can't have a friend or significant other be the foundation of your joy. You are setting them up for failure which will not only crush you but will also give them tremendous guilt that isn't warranted. Just don't do it. 
   
3. The person who needs to be happy with your life is you. Not your parents or your teachers or your friends. You. If you're making choices and doing things based on what other people want, it's easy to end up questioning if your life is really all that valuable. It may seem valuable in someone else's eyes, but they're not the ones who need to wake up every morning and live it. Make choices you are happy with, do things that are valuable in your eyes, and the ones who truly love you will accept that you gotta do what you gotta do. It's not easy to live a life that you don't even like. Build a life that you actually enjoy living.
   
   And by the same token:
4. You can do whatever the heck you want to with your life. If you're unhappy with something, just change it. Life is not a game you need to win and there is no slot that you have to fit in to. You are young, always. There is always more time to change it up and do whatever you want. It's your life and you have that liberty. You have no set rules to follow about what you can or cannot do with your life. You can do what you want and be who you want. To not do it is a waste of your time.
   
5. Have a variety of things happening in your life. Instead of focusing all your time and energy on one or two areas in your life, cultivate a well-rounded roster of activities and friend groups. Spending time developing and nurturing a wide variety of friendships and interests brings so much health and balance to your life.  

   

   OMGSH FRIENDS?!

6. Say no to things that are bad for you. Unhealthy relationships are poison to your soul. Take a step back from that one friendship that always brings you down and allow yourself to be free from it's grasp. Just say no, kids. It's not worth it. 



Ugh Britney, JUST SAY NO. 

7. Sometimes other people, even smart people, don't have the answer. Growing up, kids can always trust an adult to tell them what they should be doing. Parents and teachers always tell us what to do next. But there will come a time when you'll look around for directions and your parents may not have the answer for you. Sometimes, no one can tell you what your next step is. Sometimes, you need to depend on yourself and you have to decide what to do. So don't let people trick you into thinking that they have your answers, and don't look for your answer in other people. 

   

   Jks we really don't ever know.

The Most Exciting, Challenging, and Significant Relationship You'll Ever Have

Carrie Bradshaw said it best: "Don't forget to fall in love with yourself first."

Many moons ago, I was talking to a wiser woman about what I think is truly important in life. My main assertion was that living through love is what it all comes down to. She looked at me quite seriously and spoke words that would forever change my life.

"Love is most important?"
"Yes."
"Wouldn't that also mean loving yourself?"

I had actually, truly never thought of it that way.

I wrestled with the idea of humility for a long time as a teenager, not knowing how highly I should consider myself without putting myself above others. But that's not humility at all. Humility is not degrading yourself. You are supposed to respect yourself, to love yourself unconditionally, and to treasure who you are. As said by C.S. Lewis, "Humility is not thinking less of yourself, but thinking of yourself less." You are of tremendous value as an individual, and you should fully appreciate that. Humility is making room in your life to appreciate the wonderful, beautiful creations that other people are too.

Becoming your own best friend is of extremely high importance. You have to spend your whole life with you. So you may as well reconcile your problems and start working on developing a healthy relationship.

This means putting yourself first. But wait! That's selfish right? Nuh-uh. Actually, no. It's not.
Your health, well-being, and sanity should always be your number one priority.
If you don't take care of yourself, guess what happens? You start falling apart emotionally, mentally, and physically. And guess who has to step in and help you clean yourself up? The people close to you.
So do everyone a favour, and pay attention to you.

If you fall apart, you lose all functionality. If you have to focus on yourself to get your head on straight, do it. Picking up a couple pieces every now and then is way easier for everyone compared to having to pick up all the pieces at once. When you care for yourself, you can care for others so. much. better.

Do you love the people around you? Your children, your siblings, your friends? One of the best things you can do for them is to teach them how to love themselves from watching your example. You can tell them how beautiful and wonderful they are all day, but it won't make a difference if you treat yourself badly. People learn from what they observe. Actions.

What it comes down to is that you can't properly give love or experience love without knowing how to love yourself. You can't respect without knowing how to respect yourself. You can't commit to successful relationships without first having a healthy relationship with yourself. You can't care for others if you don't care for yourself.

But you shouldn't treat yourself well just for the benefit of others, you should do it for you.

Like I said before, you're stuck with you for your whole life. You can decide to be your greatest ally or your greatest enemy. And I don't know about you, but I would rather have a ally inside my head than an enemy.

Nobody is going to "complete you". Ew. Gross. Excuse me while I go vomit. Partners in life are great. Boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives, best friends... they're all fantastic. But nobody, nobody, is going to fill any sort of void in you. That romantic nonsense doesn't exist. It's your job to be a complete person. If you feel incomplete, get to work. Because you've got to become a complete person if you ever want to have any sort of healthy relationship. And if your happiness and self worth depends on someone else, you will be disappointed. Constantly.

And you know what's lovely. You can be a whole, complete, beautiful, dynamic, happy, competent individual. It is 100% achievable. Falling in love with yourself is not narcissistic. Falling in love with yourself for the beautifully messy person you are is the greatest romance of all. And if you can love yourself like that, you can really do anything.

Forgiveness: Not Just For God.

I find it hard to accept happiness sometimes. I question it. I think it's badness masquerading as happiness. I prepare myself for the inevitable pain hiding around the corner. I can't trust life anymore because it has deceived me and wounded me so many times. But happiness exists. It really truly does. True joy exists, real love exists, and pure happiness is a real thing. And I know this as a fact because righteousness wins the world in the end. And it's not that life is always rainbows and butterflies, because it's not. There is good and bad. But there is good, truly. It's at least half of life. Life is not safe and things are challenging, but love and happiness and goodness are real. Very real. 

And yes, life disappoints you. I'm sure it has disappointed you in one way or another. I know it's disappointed me. Things let you down. Evil is a real thing, and people do make mistakes. Between those two things happening, life can dish out a lot of pain. But that does not have to dictate the rest of your life. Through your troubles, life is put into perspective and you become wiser. Wisdom is often a gift that comes at a price. But look, sweetie. You don't have to colour everything black. Some things are truly nice. You have the ability to revel in the good and dismiss the bad. Badness is bad but you do have the power to dismiss it. That is what forgiveness is for. Forgiveness is acknowledging there is badness and then deciding to magically wipe it away. We have that power, that is what forgiveness is. We have the power to erase the bad in our lives. How wonderful a gift forgiveness is. 

And yeah, life would be nicer if we didn't have to forgive. But that's not an option. We have the choice to hold onto the things that bring us down, reminding us of our pain and the injustice that caused them. That is certainly the easier option. We can hold onto it, hoping one day for things to be made right. For the apologies to come. For life to somehow balance out. Or, we can decide to balance the scales ourselves. To absolve the wrong. 

I am mad at life a lot. I'm angry that I've had to face the things I've had to face. I resent my depression and all the things it stole from me without my permission. That's the thing about illness, it never asks your opinion before taking over. It just comes along and does what it wants. And I hate it for that. I hate it so much for all the personal damage it did in my life. But you know what? There's not a single thing I can do about that. It really really sucks. Really. And I wish I could make it pay for what it did to me. But I can't. And when I rehash all the dirty details and I get angry, irritated, and miserable, it doesn't hurt anyone else except for me. Actually, that's a lie. It hurts my family, my boyfriend, and my friends. But it doesn't change my situation. Only forgiveness can do that. The decision to pardon the past.

So forgive yourself. Forgive your feelings and your thoughts. Forgive the things that you've done and the ways that you've felt. Forgive the people that have intentionally hurt you and the people who were simply indifferent towards you. Forgive yourself for letting their indifference hurt you so much. Forgive the life situations that you couldn't change. Forgive illness and pain. It can no longer take hold of you if you forgive it. Forgive your loved ones for the times when they do the wrong thing, and forgive yourself for the times you do the wrong thing. 

And then, when you have erased the evil in your life, live today unhindered by that which was dragging you down. When you erase others' badness towards you, they are a clean slate. There is no reason for their past to influence their future with you. They are new people in your eyes, full of opportunity, purity, and hope.  

You have the power to make life pure and unmarked. Forgive and wipe it all away. You are the one holding you back. If you are missing the joy and contentment in your life, take a real good look at what you're holding onto. 

It's totally normal and really ok to doubt God

I've met a lot of people who respect Christian morals and think Jesus' teaching is great, but find the whole miracle worker resurrection thing to be a little far fetched. Which makes sense because walking on water and rising from the dead and claiming to be God are not exactly normal everyday activities. Everyone I know who claims to be a Christian has had periods of doubt in their life. And sometimes people feel bad about doubting God or doubting the Bible, but doubting and questioning is really healthy. And completely normal.

Take John, Jesus' cousin. It says in the Bible that when Mary (Jesus' mother) and Elizabeth (John's mother) where both pregnant, that John "leaped in her womb" when they were together because he was just seewwww excited to be near Jesus. When John got older he lived in the desert and was pretty much the biggest hippie ever. He "wore clothing made of camel's hair with a leather belt around his waist, and he ate locusts and wild honey." Honey, yum. Locusts, not yum. And he went around telling people that someone was coming, someone great. He said that the king that Israel had been waiting for was on his way, and that the people should prepare themselves for him. He told them all about Jesus. John baptized all sorts of people, including Jesus himself. He dedicated his entire life to Jesus' mission, even up until his own beheading. So like, he was pretty dedicated. He saw Jesus in the flesh. He baptized him. He was there for the miracles and the preaching. He knew him pretty well.

But get this. Somewhere along the way, John wasn't too sure of it all. He sent messengers to Jesus and he asked him "Are you the one who was to come, or should we expect someone else?" (Luke 7:19)

LOL can you imagine Jesus' reaction? His cousin who has spent his whole life telling everyone that Jesus is the son of God and that he will save the world just asked if he's really God, or if they should be expecting someone else to come.

But that's not even the best part.

Mary, mother of Jesus. The girl who had the angel come and say "hey gurl you're going to give birth to the son of God and he's going to save everyone". The woman who watched Jesus grow up, witnessed miracles, knew Jesus better than anybody. Jesus' own mommy. She doubted him.

When Jesus' teaching was gathering crowds and crowds of people and he was stirring up trouble with the religious leaders of the day, Mary and his brothers "went to take charge of him, for they said,"he is out of his mind.""

Mary thought he was crazy! She wanted to stop him before it got too far out of hand. This is Mary. Virgin mother of Jesus Christ.

So, if you doubt God, I don't blame you. Jesus' closest companions doubted his authenticity. God invites us to doubt him. If you never doubt and ask questions, how will you ever gain a deeper understanding? Jesus said "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks, the door will be opened." (Matthew 7:7-8)

So have your doubts and question away, because its not like God is hiding all the answers. He's certainly mysterious, but he wants to be known.