A quote from my favorite blog

My favorite blog is http://thebeingremadelife.com/ and the author is Cherry Fargo.

Right now I am in a spiritual drought. I am feeling totally lost in my life and what happens next. I used to find solace in my religion but I have never felt so disconnected. When I try to stay in touch with family who are in my old religion, Jehovah's witnesses its not always nice. My mother in law says we are living in the last days and that by being an inactive Jehovah's witness that I will not make it when the war of Armageddon comes and she will miss me. That really hurts because what loving God will just destroy people and scares them into loving him. But at the same time I know that I am always happier when I am close to God and living a healthy spiritual life. That's when I read a quote by Cherry Fargo I knew she also related to me and other people as well.

The quote I enjoyed is from one of her testimonials she wrote and says this "Even though I had spent about a decade walking away from God, He was always there, gently pursing me. I recognized that all of the times I had ever felt safe as a child were the ones where I had gone to church with my dad or various church activities with him. I decided that I had nothing to loose by redirecting my path back towards God.  I wanted to live a transformed life and I was finally willing to change my course to do so. I admitted I needed to shed my sin of self-sufficiency and declare that God was my destination and Jesus was the only guide who could lead me to where I needed to be. By saying yes to following Jesus, I found peace, hope, direction, purpose and even the fulfillment I was so desperately seeking. I felt as if I had finally arrived."

I feel like if I could transform my life and find God that I could find peace, hope, direction and purpose that Cherry Fargo is talking about. So my next chapter in my life will be trying to find out where I belong and hope to be a more spiritual, religious person and find God and happiness.

A review of the book Auschwitz Lullaby by Mario Escobar

This book shook me to my core! It was one of the most saddest stories I have ever written. I cannot believe how many people died in camps during Hitler's reign. This book talks about a woman and her husband and five children who died during the Auschwitz camps. This was actually a true story. The woman Helene had a chance to make it out alive but leave her children but she could not do it and choose to die with them. They were murdered in gas chambers. The characters the author uses are true names of real life characters who lived and suffered in the Gypsy camp in Auschwitz.

"According to the official register, 20,843 ethnic gypsies were imprisoned in Auschwitz, though many thousands more were murdered up on arrival to the camp, with no count or trace of their presence.. An estimate 271 gypsy children were born at the camp. An investigator Michael Zimmermann claims there was really 22,600 prisoners at the camp, 3,300 who survived when they transferred to other camps around the middle of 1944. The two attempts to exterminate the camp were real events, as was the gypsy resistance in May 1944, which delayed the camp's elimination until August of that year. "Page 266 to page 267.

I did enjoy the quote which I cannot remember which page it came from which says "sometimes we have to lose everything to find out what is most important. When life robs us of what we thought we could not live without and leaves us standing naked before reality, the essential things that had always been invisible take on their true value"

Disclosure of Material Connection. I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, part 255. "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising." Disclosure of Material Connection. I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, part 255. "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."

Furiously Happy by Jenna Lawson

This book flat out is simply freaking fantastic and amazing! I am so serious in everything! This author uses this book to talk about mental illness and inspires of all us to be better and what makes this book great is how real she is, she doesn't sugarcoat anything and she is a normal down to earth person and a great mom and wife, I especially enjoyed the quotes in the beginning of the book which says

"When cancer survivors fight, recover, and go into remission we laud their bravery. We wear ribbons to celebrate their fight. We call them survivors. Because they are.

When depression survivors fight, recover, and go into remission we seldom even know, simply because so many suffer in the dark...Ashamed to admit something they see as a personal weakness...afraid that people will worry,  and more afraid that they won't. We find ourselves unable to do anything but cling to the couch and force ourselves to breathe.

When you come out of the grips of depression there is an incredible relief, but not one you feel allowed to celebrate. Instead the feeling of victory is replaced with anxiety that it will happen again, and with shame and vulnerability when you see how your issues affected your family , your work, everything left untouched while you struggled to survive. We came back to life thinner, paler, weaker...but as survivors. Survivors who don't get pats on the back from coworkers who congratulate them on making it.  Survivors who wake up to work than before because their friends and family are exhausted from helping them fight a battle may not understand.

I hope one day to see a sea of people all wearing silver ribbons as a sign that they understand the secret battle , and as a celebration of the victories made each day as we individually pull ourselves up out of our foxholes to see our scars heal, and to remember what the sun looks like.
I hope one day to be better , and I'm pretty sure I will be. I hope one day to live in a world where the personal fight for mental disability is view with pride and public cheers instead of shame. I hope it for you too.

But until then, it starts slowly. 

I celebrate everyone of you reading this. I celebrate the fact that you have fought your battle and continue to win. I celebrate the fact that you may not understand the battle, but you pick up the baton dropped by someone you love until they can carry it again. I survived and I remind myself that each time we go through this, we get a little stronger. We learn new tricks on the battlefield. We learn them in a terrible way, but we use them. We don't struggle in vain.

We win

We are alive. "