The Secret to Happiness

Prior to my birthday all my Apple devices coincidentally got hacked and locked, but at least I got back into my phone without wiping it out. I probably jinxed it when I said I wanted to let 30 sink in before posting Birthday pictures 😂

On a somewhat serious note since this is just a blog post after all 😝– I took a leap of faith this year and stepped outside my comfort zone to embark on a journey of self discovery. A lesson I take from the solidarity is to create a life of gratitude and accepting where I am in life by making the most out of every day. This solemn week in Houston made for a bittersweet conclusion; sorrows and wounds are healed by the touch of compassion. I am grateful for every second of every day that I get to spend time with people I love and to live the life I love. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to my family and friends for never giving up on me! 30 doesn’t feel so bad after all.

Thank you for reading 💗, ter

Joy – Enjoy the little things

I was at Prince of Peace this past weekend and the homily spoke of the Fruits of the Holy Spirit: Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Generosity, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self-control.

Father Keller asked if we ever asked God for any of these. The entire crowd paused and reflected — questioning God. He interrupted to tell us that we all ALWAYS have each Fruit of the Holy Spirit in us, but we need to remind our selves to bring it out. He kindly asked us to participate in a simple exercise where we write down the Fruit that we are seeking most on a post-it note and to simply place it where we would routinely see it. These characteristics have always been in us but we go through things in life that make us feel ejected from them.
I was going through a sense of loneliness, scared of speaking of my depression and anxiety with my loved ones. I made a decision to explore the world this year and rediscover myself. Without pain, how could we know joy?
Thank you Father Keller for reminding me of the Fruits of the Holy Spirit. I wrote the words “Joy” on several post-it notes that night and placed them all around the house. It reminded me to smile and love the life I live: Your mind is a powerful thing. When you fill it with positive thoughts, your life will start to change. 
Thanks for reading, I hope you rediscover a Fruit of the Holy Spirit that had always been hiding in you. I am forever grateful for the simple reminder that my joyous spirit never left me.

Mental illness is not a choice

I start to feel accomplished and then it silently creeps up on me after several good days, weeks, or even months. Trauma triggers and I feel myself spiraling down again. Depression is living in a body that fights to survive, and a mind that wants to die. Anxiety isn’t something that goes away, but something you have to learn to control.

I am still learning to speak up more when I am sad and taking more care of myself. I have to remind myself that the bravest thing I ever did was continue my life when I wanted to die. I find my safe place to close my eyes to breathe and find strength to get up again tomorrow to start over. We all need to surround ourselves with people who remind us that we matter because the comeback is always stronger than the setback. Mental illness is not a choice, but recovery is. I accepted that I am depressed, but I’m not giving up.

Cyclops to the Rescue

Another early morning flight and I got stuck sitting in the emergency exit row. The airplane attendant made the six of us pull out the visual aid and follow along with him. Today I learned:




1. A tampon = knife
2. Cyclops will come to the rescue
3. My lanky ass shouldn’t be sitting here, especially next to the emergency exit door.

Have a nice day ❤

The Magical Onesie

I rarely have the chance to spend time with my friends, especially one of my best friends Sally, because I work so much. So when given a chance, I’ll be there. So I got off of work early and called Sal to see what she was up to. There was a get together at Huy’s but she told me everyone passed out. She demanded that I still went over there. I went to my fridge and grabbed my precious bottle of KetelOne, jumped in my comfortable onesie, buckled up Maggie and Buster, and headed over. OF COURSE EVERYONE WOULD BE AWAKE WHEN I OPENED THE FRONT DOOR. Everyone pulled out their camera’s; oh let the Instagraming begin. (Pictures from different instagrams and cameras, oh boy) I have no shame. Life is all about living, only mines is always a fun adventure.





So here’s another story [within a story]. I spent the night, passed out on the floor next to Sally. Hence the picture above. Anyways, I woke up and decided to take all of our dogs out for a walk. Yes, onesie and all. Again, no shame. Well before I stepped out of the house, everyone warned me that Chewy was a runner. I brushed it off and figured he wouldn’t run off if he’s in a pack with the other four dogs. WRONG. Right as soon as I opened the door he darted. Here I am with four dogs, in a hot pink onesie, hungover, and running after Chewy. Then the magic happens. A man with a vacuum cleaner helps me catch Chewy. I stood there confused. Wait, did that just happen? I thought I was still inebriated. I ran over and thanked the stranger as we looked at each other really oddly for a minute. I wasn’t sure either, what was more awkward: a girl in a pink onesie walking 5 dogs or a man with a vacuum cleaner in the middle of the street. We both walked away from each other, confused, but thankful that Chewy was safe. As I walked the four dogs and Chewy in my arms I came across a grocery cart and Chewy was in for a ride.






20130306-084016.jpgWe all made it back inside. I took a shot of whiskey because I was still confused over the vacuum and proceeded to pass out again.

20130306-084237.jpg20130306-084249.jpgSee, memories like this don’t happen to the everyday Joe. I’m glad to be blessed with moments that I can laugh about with my friends and family. I really do cherish every moment in life and try to live each day happily. Until next time <3<3



Daily Confession 01252013

So I pretty much text my cousins a “confession” on the daily. I thought it would be entertaining to blog about it too. So here’s my confession for today:


I took a spontaneous flight to Houston this week and didn’t pack a single thing. Well Paula, remember on Tuesday when you picked me up? Then you made fun of my sock bun because it was showing? Then you asked me why I didn’t use a black sock? Confession: I took this white sock out of your drawer. You didn’t have any black socks.


Have a nice day everyone! Stay tuned for more weird and random “confessions” from ter Bear 🙂