So.....what are some big life experiences that have taken place in my life that have made me stronger? I am only going to choose a few to talk about, as this blog could get pretty long. :-)
I am sure that the first big, life-changing experience to take place would be my parents divorce. I was 7, almost 8 when they officially divorced. I remember being a bit sad about it, crying one day when I was at school (and to be honest, I do not remember much before their divorce).....but I do not remember it being something too difficult to deal with. I will not talk in detail about the divorce, as that is not my place. But some of the aspects of the divorce have certainly impacted me as an adult and some fears I have in relationships. Now days many people I know have divorced parents, but back in the 80/90's it was not as common. I do not think any of my close high school friends had divorced parents. However, as stated in my previous blog, I would much prefer that my parents be divorced, and happy with their lives. I did have more difficulty when my Mom started dating again.......but that is another story. However, I do think their divorce has impacted and the person I am today.
Hmmm......how to approach the next topic that comes to mind as a child. Though my mom was very happy when she was married to John, which I am thankful for.....I was not always happy. As I think back, I know John must have wrestled with many demons which ultimately lead to ending his life. However, growing up he was not exactly the nicest guy. In September/October of 2002 I was able to finally forgive him (but that is also for another blog - ha). But growing up with him I never felt comfortable. I was always afraid I was going to do something wrong. He would yell at you with the drop of a hat.....or just be plain mean. Being a pretty good kid, and a perfectionist, this would make me soooo nervous. Thus, I would often be with friends or in my own bedroom to stay away from him. I was always afraid I was going to get in trouble for something, and I HATE being yelled at. I felt scared in my own home.....which has certainly impacted my life. I knew when searching for a boyfriend/husband I wanted the opposite of what I grew up with.....which really was Matt. Now, that is not a necessarily a good way to search for a mate, but that is what I needed. I needed to feel comfortable again with myself....and hopefully learn to be able to relax. But as you can tell from a previous blog, I still do have issues "relaxing." Now, I do not know that it all has to do with growing up the way I did.....but I certainly think it has an impact.
I feel like from oh 2001-2004 my life was pretty low-key. Matt and I did get married young (at 22), and I really "learned who I was" which then causes you to work through different things. But overall....those years were great. I worked along side my best friend, and LOVED what I did at Ashland University, working in Residence Life. After completing my Master's Degree I wanted to "get out there" and live some place else. Why not? In Residence Life you can move easily to a different state. I did get a job working at my first choice school - Seattle Pacific University. Seattle, WA - what an amazing place!!!! However, the next 5'ish years then proved to be probably, not probably HAS proved to be the most difficult of my life.
In August of 2004, a month after moving to Seattle, WA. I found out my step-dad John (of over 14 years) completed suicide. Again, I will blog about what I learned through that soon (I promise), but boy.......did this have a HUGE impact on my life. Not only did I know nothing about suicide, but someone I knew completed it, and I was like 3,000 miles away from my friends and family....in the middle of training. Immediately, all of the feelings I had growing up came flooding back to me. I felt bad that I had such unpleasant thoughts about John growing up, I felt guilty....but immediately had a good friend tell me to not discredit my feelings from growing up. That could cause more damage. Ultimately, I decided to fly back to Ohio to be with my sisters (Abby and Heather). It was one of the best decisions I ever made. Whereas, it was a VERY hard time, I am so thankful I was there for the funeral. But returning to normal life was a BIG time of reflection. I did seek counseling, and I tried to continue talking to my sister and Mom to ensure they did not bury any feelings. Despite that experience being a challenge at the beginning of the school year, I was still able to work with suicidal students without that impacting the job that I do. In September of 2005 I participated in the annual "Out of the Darkness" suicide prevention/awareness walk that takes place across the country. And I am also a BIG proponent of bringing awareness to this taboo issue, that again, is one our society does not talk about. I am thankful it is something I can talk about and shed the light on in hopes of keeping others from taking their lives. It is time our society break their silence, and stop treating suicide as such a taboo topic.
The same academic year, in early 2005 my maternal Grandpa was diagnosed with cancer. His cancer was incurable and eventually killed him. This is the first time I witnessed what this horrible disease can do to your body. I remember mom sending me updated pictures of him from when he was at home, to when he went to The Cancer Treatment Centers of America.....and I couldn't believe the physical changes. I was trying to prepare myself, because thankfully we made it back from Seattle in time to see him. I was able to see him in early August 2005 (he died a week later). I really hope that he knew I was there, as he was not in very good health at all. If you would not have told me that was my 66 year-old Grandpa lying there, I would never have known. The cancer had ravaged his body so greatly that I didn't recognize him. He looked like he was 90. I held it together long enough to tell him I was there, give him a kiss, and tell him I love him. Then I looked at my Mom and she knew I needed to leave the room......and then the floodgates opened!! But even more harder than seeing my poor, but amazing Grandpa in that condition was knowing when I said goodbye to him, it would be the last time I said goodbye to him or even talked to him. I still cry when I think about that. How do you say goodbye to someone that you know you will never see again??? HOW!!! Somehow I did muster the strength, but boy was that hard. This then leads me into another story of cancer....
In January 2007, my younger brother Shane was diagnosed with cancer!! CANCER!!! A 25-year old was diagnosed with cancer. Yes, I know, there are younger people diagnosed every day, but my brother? I remember him calling to tell me at work, and not only was it hard to hear it from him.....but immediately I thought about what I saw my Grandpa go through just a year earlier. I DID NOT want to see my brother go through that. I was immediately faced with the mortality of life. I am so incredibly thankful that my brother only had to go through two surgeries, and 3 years later, he is cancer-free. I am also glad that I was able to be there for both of his surgeries. My brother is such a brave man to endure what he has. I am sooooo proud of him. But through both of these experiences it has made me much more sensitive to cancer and the STRONG desire to want to find a cure. This past year my brother ran with Matt and I in The Race for the Cure (Matt and I also ran in it the year before). It was SUCH AN AMAZING experience and I hope it can become a tradition with my brother. I know the race is for breast cancer, but any strive to find a cure is a good thing. Below is a picture of Shane and I from that day. If you notice, I wore a yellow hanker chief to celebrate Shane conquering testicular cancer (yellow is the color for that cancer).

As stated in previous posts, in 2006 my Grandma started falling a lot, and then in the Summer of 2007 we found out she had Alzheimer's, dementia and had many strokes. This severely impacted her and my Grandpa's life. She could no longer walk, or do pretty much anything on her own. This was VERY HARD for me, as I have always been very close to her. I was in that nursing home almost every day in the Summer of 2007. My Grandpa has worked very hard with her over the last 2.5 years. And thankfully, as you saw in a post from a couple of days ago, she was able to stand with just a little help from my Grandpa. What an accomplishment!!! She has also been able to talk a bit more. This has been amazing to see. But watching her go through this has been hard for me personally.....and has very much impacted my faith (or lack there of). Granted, this is not the only thing to impacted my faith....but has contributed.
Well, this is starting to get a bit longer than planned. There are certainly some things Matt and I have experienced that are life-changing and I have learned quite a bit through. And there are some other stories from high school I could share. But some of those are more for only those close to me, which is ironic I would say that considering how open I am. :-) But they are certainly experiences that have contributed to the person I am today.
So, anyway.....yes, I do think that my past has made me stronger......and I hope that I can be one to help others both now and in the future.