This is a good question. One of my most scariest thing to do is putting myself out there. Putting myself in the lime light in front of millions of people scrolling through social media. opening myself up to opinions and negative feedback. Telling my deep secrets but also possibly helping so many others by doing what I’m terrified to do.
I’m an outgoing spontaneous person but not one that likes to be focused on or center of attention. It’s the first of anything new that makes us nervous.
What it would take for me to do it would be to just do it. Stop listening to the voices in my head and start listening to the people and supporters that keep telling me to share my story. Stop the fear of the unknown.
Part of why I am scared or nervous to start is that there are more people involved in my story than just me and I don’t want to hurt anyone by sharing.
The artwork in this post was created by me, KPZ Art. It’s a hobby I discovered during my sobriety journey. It’s amazing what you can achieve when you’re living your best life!
I think everyone has fantasized winning the big one! I know I have. What I would do.
First I’d help family, then I would open a beautiful sobriety home. One that offered everything and more. One that feels like a place you want to come to heal, a place that offers everything One needs to heal and get back intouch with themselves. A place where you feel welcome and not just another patient or case number. I would make it affordable for anyone.
I think I would build the home in the mountains with ocean views. Somewhere private yet close to amenities. Somewhere where, patients can sit by the water or go mountain climbing. I’d also like to have animals on site, such as dogs and horses to give people comfort that animals can give sometimes better than humans.
Ive dreamed of this for many years. Whether it becomes a reality for me depends on the numbers I choose or the quick Pic numbers drawn!
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
My name, Kelly was given to me from my moms brother, my Uncle Doug. My mom told me the name she originally wanted for me and I’m happy my Uncle stepped in.
Here is the meaning of my name Kelly.
The name Kelly has Irish origins, stemming from the Gaelic surname Ó Ceallaigh, and means “descendant of Ceallach”. The personal name Ceallach itself has several interpretations, often linked to “bright-headed,” “war,” or “strife,” and sometimes “one who frequents churches,” making Kelly a unisex name symbolizing strength, brightness, and Irish heritage.
It also stands for warrior, fighter and strength.
Its ironic in a way because when I do great people on here I’ve always used the word, warrior, fellow warrior’s. Warrior’s over the power of alcohol and the fight within myself to get sober and the strength to stay sober!
My name is just a glimpse of who I truly am and what I, Kelly stand for.
The first thing that came to mind was clearing my mind. Clearing my mind of clutter, intrusive thoughts and self sabotage.
I’ve been practicing my breath work and literally giving my head a shake when those thoughts would come.
Last year I had a lot of peace come into my life. My father passed. I know that sounds terrible but there’s a lot of hurt and betrayal that had happened when he was here. We did see each other and make amends just before he passed. Thank God.
So, Ive been able to get most of the clutter out of my mind and working on the rest. Its freeing to be at peace and declutter your mind.
Don’t stress about yesterday or tomorrow, today is all we have 💙
You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
We have an open area in our basement and we’ve, my daughter and I, discussed doing a podcast on sobriety, Mother Daughter sober journey.
Here’s what it would look like.
A low profile sectional cozey couch, white with colorful accessories,, fluffy pillows, and blankets. A back wall with inspirational quotes, photos and legendary sober warriors. A circle coffee table in a natural wood finish, an area rug for warmth, dim lights for calm mood, candles and energy lighting. I want it to be comfortable and enticing to lounge and have the right energy around to let people feel calm and connected.
I want people and myself to look at the space and want to hang there all night with tea and a book, a podcast, or games. A space for connection and healing and coming together.
Meat to me is a source of good protein and health, but as I approached my 40’s I started to not like it as much. The taste changed and I felt sort of gross about it. I still like having meat every now and then, pork being my go to, but would rather have pizza and pasta for dinner or a good hearty salad.
What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Why?
I’ve made quite a few heavy decisions in my 55 years of life. Some really good and easy to decide and some took years to go forward with the decision.
One of the hardest and best decisions was to leave my first marriage. Abusive, alcohol and cheating done by the man I thought was good. All the wrongs people do in a marriage. I felt stuck because I was a stay at home mom which meant, no job, no income. I had jobs here and there but my main focus was my children. I couldn’t leave, I felt hopeless so I started to drink to be able to face this person who was ruining our lives. I couldn’t stand to be there in that marriage and felt alone and shattered. Drinking did not help.
5 years I struggled to get out with my 2 children and run as far away as I could from that life. Ive never been so full of anger, rage, quilt and hopelessness, with nowhere to go.
In 2004 I finally, after a huge fight on Fathers Day, I screamed for a divorce and stuck to it. It was time. No matter what happened, we had to leave this person before I was dead or in jail. I could no longer drink to stay or put on a strong front anymore. I was done and made my decision.
It was hard on the children but I knew as long as I had my children, I could make it. I mean this is nothing new when it came to the chaos I grew up in. Leaving was the best decision I could make for everyone involved. For myself and my children. No way were they going to grow up in a dysfunctional abusive home. This cycle had to change.
Im here today, above the dirt, and my children, adults now are getting through. My son has had lingering trauma from his father as well as my daughter but together we’ve gotten better. We made it out and are happy and free.
I will never regret making the decision I did. Staying in a marriage for kids or because you might feel like a failure is no reason to stay where you fear for your lives. We all have choices and decisions to make. Make a decision based on happiness health or anything that’s going to be good for you and support the life you want.