A New Journey on an Old Path

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Greetings! I have taken about 2 months off from consistently posting on Teal Guava. It has been a doozie of a summer and spring. The good news is I’m back and I’m stronger for the time away.

As far as my personal journey…those of you who follow the blog know that I have bipolar disorder. I don’t hide my disease and quite often am very outspoken about mental health issues. Here’s the deal. After my dad dying in October, my dog dying in March, David kicking me out at the end of April and all this going on while my doctor wasn’t listening to me and my medication stopped working led to my third hospitalization from bipolar disorder.

I can say that I successfully completed the 7 week program and I am SO much stronger than I was before. I have a new doctor, a medication that works, and a great therapist. I’m good to go!

Through the journey of self discovery while I was hospitalized, I remembered how important my faith is to me. You see, I’m a Catholic convert. I came into the Church in 2013. The journey of my conversion has been an ongoing process. The whole of that story I shall tell at another time. After cohabitating for 3 years, I’ve learned I never want to do that again. Ever. I’ve also learned that Mary leads us back to Jesus every time.

All this to say, I’m still going to write about finances, health, and the like. I’m also going to be writing about faith. You don’t have to have the same faith or any faith to continue to read this blog. I just ask that you listen with an open heart and listen through love.

I’m excited to bring you the journey of me coming back into the Church and all that this entails. I’m excited to share my faith and my hope with you, dear reader. I’m excited to start this journey.

Living Catholic…

I am a Catholic convert. I entered the Church on March 30, 2013. Since then I haven’t been the best Catholic. I have been so ashamed. Feeling so much guilt and anxiety, I can’t even bring myself to go to confession regularly. (Which most likely would make me feel better, no doubt.)

I want to be more. Be a better person. Day by day I pray I’ll get there. I am starting the journey back to Jesus and the Eucharist. Where do I start? The rosary. Every time. That is what started my journey into the Church back in the early 00s. That, to me, is where I find Jesus best.

I am starting a journey of praying a rosary a day. I would appreciate it if you would join me in this journey. It is my prayer that Jesus reveals himself through this journey in a way that I can’t talk myself out of or ignore. It is my prayer that peace will be give through this journey…as simple as it is. As routine as it is. I’ve found that when things start falling apart it is best to go back to what we know works and what is simple and has routine. This is the rosary for my faith journey.

Here are links to how to pray the rosary. Also, If you have an Alexa enabled device…she is also able to lead you through the rosary if you need guidance. Also, ETWN offers the rosary twice daily.

https://www.rosarycenter.org/homepage-2/rosary/how-to-pray-the-rosary/

https://www.rosarycenter.org/homepage-2/rosary/how-to-pray-the-rosary/

Update

For those of you who don’t know, I’m going through some personal stuff.

David kicked me out of what was home for three years. He kept the dogs. I’m not angry. I’m hurt. I feel very betrayed and trust was broken.

Enough on that, I’m settling into my new place nicely. It’s still uncomfortable at times, but I’m finding solace in being single (again.)

This week I also learned that my first husband-my first everything-is getting remarried. This will be marriage number four for him. I truly hope that he is happy…and stays that way. Our relationship was dysfunctional. His 2nd marriage was also dysfunctional. May God bless him on his fourth.

See…here’s the deal…there’s a voice in each and every one of us to be accepted and to fight for love. That’s all he is doing. Listening to that need and drive. May God grant them peace.

These days I’m in heavy duty therapy. I’m learning coping skills and ways to survive my broken brain and broken relationships. One day at a time. May God grant us all peace from our struggles. Amen.

I Am Not My Diagnosis

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I have been diagnosed with Bipolar 1, PTSD, and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I am not these things. I am not my diagnosis. And neither are you.

Due to these, I have symptoms that must be managed. Things like panic attacks, mood swings, depression, mania, etc. I’m learning to cope within these. I was diagnosed originally with unipolar depression back in 1998. After my first manic episode, I was diagnosed with Bipolar 1 in 2003/4. There are MANY articles about the difference between 1 and 2. I suggest you do some research if you’re curious about 1 vs. 2. In reality, the differences don’t make that big of an issue with this post.

Despite being labeled “crazy” by every man I’ve ever lived with, I’m not crazy. I have an illness. Along with 2% of the population of America. The deal is once you know your own weaknesses-NO ONE CAN USE THEM AGAINST YOU.

The conversation around mental illness is changing. People are speaking up more about having a diagnosis. People are speaking up about getting help. People are no longer afraid of a little label destroying their life.

For me, when I received that little label, I knew it was going to be a long, lonely battle, but one that I was finally prepared for because-frankly-I was sick of being sick. Fact is: I still get sick. It happens. BUT NOW-I speak up about it. I have a voice and you do too. Find yours. It just might save your life.

The Best Thing Since Instacart!

Okay, y’all. I follow a blogger named Jami Balmet. You can find her here. She and her hubby recently purchased a meal planning site.

Because I trust her and it was on sale, I bought a subscription. I am not kidding. This is the best thing since finding Instacart!

The platform has a gagillion recipes. You just go in. Choose your grocery store. Pick a week’s worth of meals. Annnnnd BAM! It spits out your 1) meal plan and 2) grocery list (with cost!) This thing is life changing!

How do you get it? Click here.

Welcome!

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I have lots of new readers this week. I’d like to take a moment to tell you who I am. I am…well, a lot of things. I’ll make a list…

  • I am a life partner.
  • I am adopted.
  • I am a survivor of both domestic violence and child abuse.
  • I am a teacher.
  • I am a student.
  • I am a debtor, but I hope I won’t wear that title for long.
  • I am patient with mental illness. (Bipolar 1, PTSD, and generalized anxiety disorder).
  • I am a dog mommy. (We have 2 bulldogs.)
  • I am on a weight loss journey.
  • I am loved (By both Jesus and a few others. 🙂 )
  • I am musical. (I play piano and guitar.)
  • I am fun. (As heck!)

All of the various things about me come together to create my content. If you like my content, please give me a like or stop by and say hello. Don’t forget to follow. 🙂 Thanks for reading!

Chic-fil-a, I’m calling you out.

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Recently, our local Chic-fil-a was remodeled. It was turned into a Truett’s. (Some so-called fancier version of CFA.) As you can guess, we are not happy with the change.

The customer service at Truett’s has not at all been up to CFA’s standards. The food has been okay. But that’s just it, it’s been okay. Not outstanding. Not amazing. Just okay. Let me tell you a little story about our experience with customer service there.

A couple of months back, we decided to go get a number one with waffle fries and extra pickles (and of course a large sweet tea, no ice). It was raining. No, let me clarify. It was down pouring. We look up at the entrance of the CFA and see a GIANT America flag waving in the downpour. I get hot. Very, very hot. I think of my stepdad who fought in Vietnam. The anger is pouring from my soul now. We come to the speaker at the drive through (which is unusual. Typically it is a person taking your order at the drive through. I guess it was because of said downpours.) I tell the lady taking my order that there is an American flag getting wet. She doesn’t respond. I tell her I want to speak with someone about it.

We advance in the line around the corner of the building. They bring us our food. I tell the teenager bringing us our food, I want to speak with someone about the American flag. I hear someone around the corner make a snide remark about, “Yes, we’ve already discussed it with her.” At this point, I am boiling angry. They send this young man out that is at least ten years younger than I am to answer my questions. He looks as if he’s been thrown to the wolves. I say, “The American flag is hanging when it is pouring. That is not acceptable. My stepdad fought for our country. He’d be sickened at this site.” He responded with, “I’d be angry too. I have family that has also fought.” (At which point I”m waiting for a response. Any further response. I get nothing.) I ask him, “Is it an all-weather flag?” He sheepishly responds, “Um…yes? Yes. Yes, it is.”

My point is this. They should have handled my situation better. Had the first person at the window responded that it was an all-weather flag, I would have shut my mouth. Had the first person not ignored my concerns and had the second person not been snippy, I may have just gone away. By the time the poor little man was thrown to the wolves with the crazy lady, he was doomed. It is just extremely disappointing to see consistently poor handling of situations from this Truett’s. Here’s the deal: I LOVE Chic-fil-a. Dan Cathy even paid for my meal once twenty years ago when I was in college. I think CFA has the most upstanding customer service generally speaking. They are up there with Publix with making you happy to part with your hard earned dollars.

However, I will no longer spend my money locally in my hometown. I am driving 30 minutes away to another CFA to spend my hard earned dollars. I have told a manager, customers, newspapers on Facebook, and now-you. I will spend my money where it is wanted. Truett’s in Rome, Georgia doesn’t want my money. Chic-fil-a in Calhoun will get my money from now on. If CFA decides to remodel your CFA into a Truett’s-my recommendation-don’t do it. Fight it. It’s not worth it. Stick to your good old number one with extra pickles (which we didn’t get), waffle fries, and a large sweet tea (no ice.)