Now that my life has calmed down since the move, I feel like it is time to share some updates. First of all, yes, I moved and left the alcohol industry. I will preface this post by saying it is a long one. One that was equally as hard to write as it was soothing. It’s been a rough year. Probably one of the hardest I’ve been through. Truth be told, I feel like a completely different person than who I was at the beginning of this year. My heart has been beat up, my head struggles to understand how I got to this point, my body is heavier and my social media a little more quiet. However, God always has a bigger plan and for that I’m extremely grateful. Needless to say, all the things that happened this year has made me realize that I was made for more.
Over the years of running this blog I have watched it evolve into a beautiful piece of art. One that I have grown along with. Sadly while going through all the chaos of the last 6 months that I was, I had to take a step back and it just about killed me. Blogging is my outlet, it is the place I get to be brutally honest with others and more importantly, with myself. While most see a girl who has an extensive closet and way too many shoes, I see a girl who wants to help others feel beautiful and help herself too. However, the emotional toll of this past summer left me feeling anything but beautiful. Who knew that so much stress and depression could make you gain a ton of weight? As some of you remember I lost my grandpa in May. In that same week, I found out the guy I was dating at the time had a serious issue with alcohol. Not a week that I would like to remember but one that has brought me to where I am today, and for that I have found the silver lining.
If you follow me on Instagram you saw an Instagram Story a few months back talking about how I didn’t have any new posts on my blog, because I didn’t like the way I look. There was so much truth to that statement and you only saw the pretty version, not the three takes before, where tears welled up in my eyes. I know depression and stress can do crazy things to your body, but man, gaining a lot of weight was just another side effect of this mess.
I promised myself I would never give too many details as to what happened but I will give you a small insight into what I endured. I wasn’t quiet about the fact that I started dating someone in the Spring of this year. After not dating anyone for the last 6 years, you could say I was bound to fall hard, and I did. However, happiness turned into trauma and fun turned into exhaustion. I had never been around anyone that truthfully struggled with alcohol. I have been around plenty of drunk people in my lifetime, but never anyone that could chug a beer and two minutes later look you dead in the eye and deny it. It was scary how well he hid things from me. From the manipulation, to the small lies which turned into monstrous ones, to the struggle with addiction and the ugliness of depression and anxiety that came with it. It was like I was watching what was happening but couldn’t control any part of it. I’m not naive, I had heard of people being like this, however I had never dealt with it first hand. Isn’t it sad what social media can hide? We all look so picture perfect and happy when the camera is on, but these days, I’m more concerned about what is happening when the camera is off.
While this summer was one I would have loved to avoid, that was not God’s plan. This summer left me angry and numb, however it also made me realize that I was made for more. I believe that no one is perfect and when you love someone you have to accept their faults, but you also have to know when it is dangerous to your own life or health and yes that includes mental health.
For those of you who know me, you know that my job for the last 3 years was making alcohol look glamourous. I found pride in being the best I could be at my job and making others want to consume alcohol. I hate to say it, but I was good at it. In a moments notice that changed and the pride I felt immediately turned to guilt and guilt turned into remorse. I felt this weight on my chest unlike one I had ever felt. While I do not judge anyone who drinks responsibly, I have simply realized that I can no longer contribute to the reason why someone drinks. You may not understand my reasoning and may think it is foolish, but let me assure you, it is not a position I came to lightly.
The sleepless nights I stayed awake wondering if one of my advertisements was the reason someone potentially drank and then they decided to drive. The heart wrenching news stories of drunk driving accidents that killed innocent people started to haunt me and bring me to tears the moment I read the headline. The fear of someone breaking down the door to my apartment because I know the effect alcohol can have on someone, even someone who swears he, “has a good heart.”
The pressure of having to hide it all to keep my job, took its toll. The bubbly girl with a great attitude quickly became the girl with no make up on and no smile because she feels numb inside. This has all led me to make an extremely tough decision. One that I never saw coming and certainly never planned for. The reason of why I left the alcohol industry.
Like I said earlier, I am made for more. I wanted to go to bed at night and feel like I made a difference for the better in someone’s life. I want to contribute to helping others and yes, even helping those with addictions. I wanted to be a light in the world again and I mentally couldn’t do that when I had so much guilt in my heart over my employment. The hardest part was accepting the fact that I did NOT fail. I moved to Napa with the intention to further my knowledge in wine and I did just that. However my intentions have changed, drastically.
I am so grateful for the opportunities I was given in the wine industry but I have fully accepted that is no longer where I’m meant to be. As much as I tried to fight it and wrestle with God, He showed me loud and clear that I am made for more. So I ask that you all be graceful in your responses. While my time in Napa was short, I learned more about myself there, than I have in previous YEARS elsewhere. You may think I’m crazy or foolish for leaving however when you go through something as traumatic as I have, foolish is the furthest word from my mind.
I did the best I could. I tried with every fiber of my being to help someone who ended up not really wanting to be helped. He liked the drama and attention, but then again at one point in my life, so did I. I guess it comes with age and experience that you realize what’s really important. Like surrounding yourself with good people who support your overall goal, not ones that feed into your addiction. The first 12 drafts of this blog were filled with a lot more strong worded sentences, but my patience in posting this allowed me to already understand the reasons why this had to happen. I serve a big God and I am 150% confident that this was his way of pulling me away from something I was good at and place me somewhere where I can be great and let my true gifts flourish and prosper. I’m no longer angry, but instead grateful. I’m grateful that I am stronger now than I was just a few short months ago. I am humbled by the prayers that God has answered and I’m excited for this new chance at helping others.
While this year was hard, there were some bright spots through it all. Relationships were repaired within my family, and they were ones I didn’t think could be fixed. I grew close to my friend Sally and found so much comfort in her non judgmental words and overly supportive hugs. I saw a whole different side of my dad. His brother struggled with addiction and I think that made him even more compassionate to what I was feeling. My dad is not an overly emotional guy, he’s known for being the tough as nails one in the family, but he hugged me when I needed to be hugged and let me talk when I needed to vent. It was unexpected but very much appreciated. My family showed up, and in a big way. I have so much respect for my parents, sister and brother in law. They were supportive and gracious through it all. They helped pick up the pieces after what felt like a war and made sure that I knew that God has a plan for all of this. And even my sweet nephew, Mr. Shane. When his aunt would call in tears, he would lovingly ask “Nuh Nuh, why are you sad?” Be still my heart.
It has taken me months to write this post and thanks for bearing with me to the end. I appreciate you all and your grace and understanding means a lot. Thank you to everyone who has messaged me in the last few months. I had two options when it came to this post, avoid it or write it. I chose to write it. So many people reached out after one of my videos showing support and expressing their own feelings about what they have been through. I pray this post brings comfort to others just like it brought peace to me when I started writing it. Let this post be a piece of encouragement to anyone in a tough situation, it gets better, but only if you make the positive choices to get yourself to a better place. You have the choice to make a change. You have a choice to walk away from that relationship. You have a choice to take a new job. You have a choice to move to a new city. YOU. HAVE. A. CHOICE. While I don’t know if I’ll ever really be who I used to be, I am confident this is who I was meant to become. ❤️