I’ve thought a lot about this blog and what my “niche” would be, it’s hard to only write about one thing. There’s so much stuff going on, kids driving me nuts and making me smile, saving money and spending money, being really funny lol (if you don’t understand sarcasm, you’re in for a treat) but most of all I want to write about my sister and how she has changed my life by ending her own life.
I Have No Passion…No Drive
I’ve never been passionate about anything, never had a dream or an aspiration except to survive before I had kids. Obviously, after I had them, my job was to take of them and make sure they turned into good small humans, which they are now, thank you. It took the most traumatic event in my life (that I remember, more on that later) to make me realize that you have to have big dreams, be driven, want something so bad that you can see it happening in your head.
How I Got Here
Let’s start at the beginning, not my life, just the story of how I got here. My sister, Jessica, was way into holistic health, when I was diagnosed with degenerative disc disease and fibromyalgia in 2012, she was soooo excited lol. She wanted to teach me yoga for my pain and essential oils to help with stress but I always told her to stay away from me with her snake juices. I was on heavy duty meds and they were working just fine. Jessie was my best friend on the planet, we’re only 11 months apart, basically twins. My sister was always a very moody person, for as long as I can remember, one minute she would be ecstatic, the next she would be raging. Everyone close to her was just used to it. Basically we knew when to keep our distance and when she was in a good mood.
My sister got pregnant, and had my nephew, Jackson, in 2014. She seemed so happy, we all thought that this would hold her down. Jackson would be the reason she settles down and starts really growing up (she was 34 at the time, but I don’t judge, sometimes it takes a little longer for some people to grow up.) Jessie had a couple bumps in the road but she appeared to be the happiest I ever saw her, she loved Jackson, her fiancé, and her fiancé’s son from a previous marriage. In July of 2015, they had a big 1st birthday for my nephew, and every thing was great, Jessie seemed a little frazzled but nothing too extreme. And then my world shattered….
My Life Actually Has a Before and After Now
10 days later my aunt called me and said my sister had killed herself. Jessie had called me earlier that day, leaving a message to see if I could watch the baby over the weekend. I figured that I would call her back later. I got the call an hour later. My girls were in the car so I couldn’t even react. I just kept saying ok over and over again. I called my best friend and asked her to take my girls and I didn’t know for how long (I thank God for all the help that I received during this time-I have the absolute best friends.) The next couple of weeks were a blur and I couldn’t tell you what happened or who I talked to. My sister’s suicide ripped me in two, there’s a before Jessie and an after Jessie now.
How could I live my life again? I was lost, questioning my own sanity, the guilt was eating me alive. I didn’t have my anchor anymore, the person who tethered me to this earth for 36 years. Needing something, anything, to take my mind off the pain (physically and mentally), I ordered a starter set of essential oils. I fell in love, using them for everything, cooking, cleaning, beauty products, and especially for my pain. Wanting to know more, I took a free class (more on that in my next post) and then I took 2 more classes at the same online aromatherapy school. Then I found other aromatherapy schools online and took all the free intro courses they offered too.
I had found my passion, my dream, I was driven. I read every book I could get my hands on, even chemistry books YUCK. My family and friends were ecstatic because using my new knowledge, I was making them therapeutic blends and they were actually working for everything from eczema to bladder infections to migraines.
I wanted to take the next step and get my certification in aromatherapy but the course was just not in my price range. I was pretty devastated and I started getting depressed again. Feeling like I had learned all I could on my own, I started going on Pinterest. I got a lot of great ideas and started reading blog after blog about essential oils and peoples’ opinions on them. And then I had an epiphany, why not start a blog about essential oils and how my sister’s suicide led me to “my dream”, “my passion.”
How Do You Start a Blog?
Being an enormous learning lover, I starting reading everything I could about starting a blog. I took every free email course I could about it. Most of them were wonderful, Lena Gott from whatmommydoes.com was such a big help. When I told her my story she said she got goosebumps, that’s when I knew I was ready. Sarah Mueller from earlybirdmom.com was a great help too. Both have been so encouraging, so here goes nothing. Lena taught me to pick a domain name that meant something to me, wasn’t too long, and that people would remember. I thought of a ton of names but decided on Essentially Broken.
We May All Be Broken, But All Things are Fixable
My sister was always essentially broken, deep down, maybe we’re all essentially broken in some way. Some people are just too broken; there’s not enough glue or love or people or hope to put them back together. I have way more to say about all this but I’m going to leave it at that for today. Check back soon for the rest of my story and how all this pain lead me to my passion. Thanks for listening.Follow me here: