The healing power of words

I’ve always had a thing for words. From the time I was a little girl inseparable from the E. E. Cummings book my dad gave me to my career as a journalist, words have always had a special place in my heart..So I suppose it’s no surprise that it was words that came to my rescue a few years ago..When I was at the worst with my depression, I remember so desperately looking for the right words. The ones that help you hold on when you feel like your world is slipping through your fingers; bring you peace when you’re at war with yourself, and comfort you when you wish the hurting would just stop..I took screenshots of inspirational quotes, bought a ton of coping books, and hung art filled with positive messages. What I finally clung to – and still return to – are the words I learned during my therapy. They kept me going when I wanted to stop, brought me strength on days I felt too weak to get out of bed, and gave me hope that things really would get better..Every session, I wrote down the coping statements as I learned them:.Hold on.Focus on the good.Breathe.Pages and pages of notes that last year turned into the Notes to Self collection. I wanted to share them with you on t-shirts, coffee mugs and pillows. I want the bright colors to lift your spirits and the words to give you strength, peace and light..And I want the healing to spread. For every purchase from the Notes to Self line, I Choose Beauty will donate 5% of the net proceeds to @mentalhealthamerica to educate the public about mental illness and wellness..Most importantly – if you’re depressed or know someone who is, please get help. Therapy saved my life, and it could be the beginning of your journey to healing. #mentalhealthmatters #IChooseBeauty

I’ve always had a thing for words. From the time I was a little girl inseparable from the E. E. Cummings book my dad gave me to my career as a journalist, words have always had a special place in my heart. So I suppose it’s no surprise that it was words that came to my rescue a few years ago.

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#IChooseBeauty Day 896

This year's theme for Mental Health Month is to share what it's like to live with a mental illness like depression. I hope that by speaking out, we can break down the perceptions and also reach others who may be struggling in silence. During my worst depressive episode a few years ago, I felt like I was curled up at the bottom of a deep dark hole where I could barely breathe, wondering what happened. Wondering how I got there. And not really caring if I ever saw light again. I didn’t even realize it at the time, but so many things had happened over the years that pushed me here little by little, until I hit the bottom. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, meds and my #IChooseBeauty project helped me to heal. If you want to read more about my story, click on the link in the bio. #mentalillnessfeelslike #IChooseBeauty Day 896

This year’s theme for Mental Health Month is to share what it’s like to live with a mental illness like depression. I hope that by speaking out, we can break down the perceptions and also reach others who may be struggling in silence. During my worst depressive episode a few years ago, I felt like I was curled up at the bottom of a deep dark hole where I could barely breathe, wondering what happened. Wondering how I got there. And not really caring if I ever saw light again. I didn’t even realize it at the time, but so many things had happened over the years that pushed me here little by little, until I hit the bottom. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, meds and my #IChooseBeauty project helped me to heal. If you want to read more about my story, click on the link in the bio. #mentalillnessfeelslike

#IChooseBeauty Day 845

For years, I didn't wear bracelets. I didn't want to bring attention to the scars on my arms. I felt hideous. I wore long sleeves whenever I could, even in the spring and summer. Because of Lichen Planus, a horrible skin disease, my skin itched like crazy and it left my arms, legs, stomach and back marked with scabs. The scars have slowly faded and I'm happy to wear pretty bracelets like these again. More importantly, when I look at the marks now, they remind me that I survived a tough time. I'm proud of myself because I came out of it much stronger, and for that I am thankful. #loveyourscars #IChooseBeauty Day 845

For years, I didn’t wear bracelets. I didn’t want to bring attention to the scars on my arms. I wore long sleeves whenever I could, even in the spring and summer. I felt hideous. Because of Lichen Planus, a horrible skin disease, my skin itched like crazy and it left my arms, legs, stomach and back marked with scabs for a year and a half. The scars have slowly faded over time and I’m happy to wear pretty bracelets like these again. More importantly, when I look at the marks now, they remind me that I survived a tough time. I’m proud of myself because I came out of it much stronger, and for that I am thankful. #loveyourscars

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